Secret Agent Ant
I watched it crawl across my desk today, it was sneaky, and teeny, but I saw it.
So I followed it, as it progressed steadily away from my eye.
And it was completely unafraid of big giant me.
I was amazed as I watched it move across a page of paper with printing.
A confidential file, but can an ant read?
Should I shake him off and move it?
What if this ant is a scout from another country?
Gathering data on us?
What if he is taking photos of the missive as he stroll-rolls over it?
I blow gently on the paper, and the ant glides off, gracefully,
Effortlessly, giving nothing away.
Not dropping a camera or
Anything.
Feeling safe, I continued to
Watch his progress, imagining
The trouble I will be in for
Leaving this file on my desk,
As the Secret Agent Ant
Clicks away, sending the
Info back to his mothership.
The ant gives me a wink,
Puts on a space suit and
Disappears.
Uh-oh!
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