Night is a repose
from daylight scrap scurries,
heavy loads carried
over trap-laden trails;
moonlight is a firefly
spotlight, leaving the rest
of us in obscurity,
free to sort
acquisitions gathered
at our queen’s will
for the collective
survival of our
unborn.
seems a disconnect twinxt in action and outcome
Wow.
Something about
“heavy loads carried
over trap-laden trails”
evoked a chill down my spine.
I like this and recall the ants in the ant farm I had as a teenager.
very nice…
Thanks, Ozy!
Sumedh, Your words always bless me. Thank you so much.
Knight, I love ant farms. I have always been fascinated by ants.
Jingle, thank you very much!
Excellent poem.
thanks so much, thomas 🙂
I love the wording and construction, but I may say, in my experience ants don’t work that way at all.
They LOVE coming into my bathroom at night when it’s dark. :-[
First thank you! and secondly, you have a point. Ants do tend to work all of the time. I overlooked that fact and made my ants into six legged humans. haha.