Industrious Creatures
The fog covers hill, dale, and trees
It saturates all birds
In their nest whether 'pon ground or eve
It soaks cows in their herds
Drives home the lowly bumblebee
No wasp now flies around
No mosquito seeks a blood drink
The ants still keep their mounds
Industrious creatures they are
Constantly at labor
Gathering, protecting their mounds
Is it to them a chore
Those fireants defend 'til death
Leaving infected whelts
Pain of fire~itching~then blisters
Because stepped where they dwelt
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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