The Ant
Damn ants-
found one
walking on
my good glass table.
grabbed a napkin
pinched it over
the black body.
there's something
so unnatural
about having a bug
in your home.
how the hell
do they roam in anyway?
You'd think
the rest of the world
would be room enough
for one little black bug.
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