To Be An Ant

Scurrying from place to place, Needing just an inch of space; Tunneling beneath the earth On paths that lead to death from birth. Working quickly for the queen; Not much rest in that routine. Instinct triggers what's innate - Desire to cooperate. Drawn to crumbs like moths to flame; Don't feel pride or mirth or shame. Life consists of treks for food; Never time for fits of mood. Imagine living as an ant - I, for one, just simply can't! Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)