encroaching on our life.
take the ants for instance.
there they are in long persistent
lines, marching
across the kitchen floor.
whose orders are they under,
what mission
are they on?
and those lady bugs,
cute and orange,
black dotted
in their little french like
chapeaus,
who could kill such a thing.
and there goes a fly,
buzzing
manically around
on thread bare wings,
he can't decide to stay
or leave.
all of them uninvited,
and yet
not unwelcome guests.
excuse me for a moment,
i hear the door bell ring.
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