Insect University
Once upon a TIME*, there was an ant who paid me no MIND. He insisted on going his own WAY, not realizing it was the spider who'd have the last SAY.
I did my best to stir him RIGHT; but he became breakfast before he saw the LIGHT.
I literally witnessed the ant being reeled in by the SPIDER.
I must confess that I felt I didn't belong, like an OUTSIDER. The spider stared at me like I was invading his PRIVACY. Indeed, I was. It was the insect world, and I was an observer in their UNIVERSITY.
011322PSCtest, Insects, Angela Tune
Rymes in Caps.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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