ants

i let the gathering of
ants live another day,
knowing that the maids
were coming soon.
i was feeling compassionate
and giving. they found
a lump of sugar or
something on the
otherwise clean kitchen
floor and they had
spread the word silently
in ant like fashion to
their friends, that
the feast was on.
they had formed a long
dark line of jittery
marching bodies, from sugar
spill to the little hole
they found, back out to
wherever it is that
they needed to go. they
seem so industrious,
so absorbed in their
work, their one mindedness
to survive and go on
despite all odds, despite
being so small within
the universe. i
like that.