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    a solemn ant colony

    passes in a funeral-like

    procession

    carrying bits of crumbs

    and one of their own…

 

    a lone ballooning spider

    ceases his kiting

    and hovers in mid-air…

 

    hanging from its button

    a chrysalis evicts

    its metamorphosed tenant…

 

    across the way

    waddling mallards

    halt oncoming traffic…

 

    in a distant field

    goats satisfy bulging cuds

    with sweet chewed grasses…

 

    one-by-one the solemn ants

    descend a volcanic-like hole

    of a huge temple-like mound…

 

    as if descending a grave

    the setting sun slowly sinks

    below the horizon:

    bidding a golden hued adieu….

 

In the Surreal Solemnity of Nature

in the surreal solemnity of nature

	a solemn ant colony
	passes in a funeral-like
	procession
	carrying bits of crumbs
	and one of their own…

	a lone ballooning spider
	ceases his kiting
	and hovers in mid-air…

	hanging from its button
	a chrysalis evicts
	its metamorphosed tenant…

	across the way
	waddling mallards
	halt oncoming traffic…

	in a distant field
	goats satisfy bulging cuds
	with sweet chewed grasses…

	one-by-one the solemn ants
	descend a volcanic-like hole
	of a huge temple-like mound…

	as if descending a grave
	the setting sun slowly sinks
	below the horizon:
	bidding a golden hued adieu….

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