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I watched a tiny spider
Try to catch a giant ant.
I wondered if his inner voice
Was arguing, "I can't!"

That didn't seem to be the case.
The ant was nearly caught,
But as the spider wrapped him up,
Quite mightily he fought.

Despite the spider's efforts, though,
At last the ant broke free.
He had no clue that waiting was
A bigger foe (that's me!).

For normally I'd squash an ant
I'd come across inside,
But after such a struggle,
I'd feel awful if he died.

So gingerly I scooped him
To deposit him outdoors
Where he scampered very quickly
On his version of all-fours.

Had I not observed his battle
He'd be crushed beneath my shoe,
So his would-be killer helped him,
Not quite what he'd meant to do.

naturerhyme

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