When I Was Small
I spied an ant beneath a kitchen sink
and I remembered as he made me think
about that steely silent battle of wills,
under a wee mushroom, below its gills,
when I was a hopeful, contending drone
competing for the queen upon her throne.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment