I met one ant in my house.
I read about a second ant.
The second ant is another story.
If forced to give the first ant a name,.
I would most gladly call him Terry.
There was no interaction with the
Other ant that I only read about, but
I learned a valuable life-lesson from him.
However, the no name ant is another story.
My personal experience was with Terry.
Terry, heading west on my bathroom
Floor, suddenly turned right to go north.
Just to interact with him, I tried to turn him
Back north. He did not like my interference.
I offered him certain treats, but he said, "No".
So I left him alone.
I then proceeded to do other nessisary
chores and soon forgot about Terry.
I later remembered him and returned to see if he could be found. To my utter amazement and
Surprise, When I looked under the sink cabinet,
I witnessed an ant being reeled in by a spider.
I assumed it was Terry. Lesson learned?
If for any reason, you are advised by another,
Listen and proceed with caution, or turn
Around.
As, at a keyboard ant, I idly stare,
I wonder, is either of us really aware
of each other's conscious sphere,
though both of us are together, here.
Wherever he walks, he picks a letter.
I'm sorry, reader - I can do no better.
crawling critters sneaking back and forth
their teamwork frightens me
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A single ant, black as charred bark,
parts the silver skin of the puddle~
its legs dimple the water,
each step a tremble of tiny ripples.
The leaf, wide as two ants side by side,
rides its back like a ship’s wrecked sail,
tipping with the weight
of a world too large to name.
Legs piston through water,
dark and wide, a sea to him,
with this leaf, his bride.
Each step is a tremor in the tiny world.
A current whispers, but the ant
does not listen.
Shadows of giants loom above~
a boot, a wheel, the indifferent sky.
The ant pauses, antennae tasting fear,
then presses on. The far shore
is a myth worth drowning for.
Halfway, it pauses again~
not to rest, but to recalibrate,
rearranging the world
one stubborn millimeter at a time.
The wind’s rough tongue licks at the load,
yet still he drags his emerald barge
to the far shore,
to dry earth.
The far shore is everything.
Is it you?
Are you the king of humans?
The fruits of my labor will be mine to claim.
Endure, suffer, embrace the pain.
What’s mine is earned, nothing in vain.
Are you the one they call king?
I was born to be absolute.
The strongest being.
I devour all,
growing more powerful—
with every enemy I consume.
How dare you,
you human?
You filthy human.
I am supposed to be king.
determined nudnick
crawling on my arm three times
i flick ant away
I am but a child,
Sitting in a
Garden,
Eating the dirt.
I told
The fairies what
You did
And how you
Hurt me.
I hope that
In another life,
You are an ant
And I am a child
With a
Magnifying glass.
ant quietly sits
under my right foots big toe
I gently release
ant climbs down dog bowl
was she getting herself drink
dogs do not notice
quiet meadow ant
heading toward peony bushes
partying with friends
miniscule ant
purposeful frenzied movements
i ponder her goal
You look at the ant,
He doesn't carry as much
Weight as he can do.
Ant share load to ease
Never tired of sharing work
They're busy body.
Seldom they sleep
Day and night they are working
Supply service chain.
They're never out lack
They have zealous hands and feet
Don't do lazy thing.
Believe in numbers
That is their core strength
United they stand.
Are we cheap human?
We're more sensible than ants,
We should learned from them.
every blade of grass has a memory
each yellow dandelion has her own song to sing
I marvel at the miracle of the red clover with her circular leaves
purposeful ant marches past my musings, giving me a withering look
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