Miles of black ants have
come to steal from my
porcelain sugar bowl.
Each grabs a grain, scurries
away into unknown realms.
They thieve for their queen,no doubt.
When she sees those sweet diamonds,
I'll bet she rolls in them,
stuffs herself, sports them as
antannae bracelets, emits
ant cackles of pure satisfaction.
She is unaware that I could
eliminate her minions in
seconds, but I only watch
the mindless toil, meditate on
the grand scheme of things. Who
am I to deny them their purpose?

Published on Septmeber 1st, 2022