What Is That
What is that? I ask.
It looks like an enormous ant pile.
Taller than a two story house.
African termite mound, a biologist says.
What are they doing here? I say.
My voice sounds like a scared scream.
This is not Africa!
Terrmites heard me and moved their mound.
They might be pests, but they are intelligent pests.
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