Author's Note: Yeah, I had this random idea at the bus stop. I saw some ants crawling around and was amused by their patterns of walking. Then I found an ant on my arm while on the bus, panicked, and brushed it off. Somehow, that led to writing about that poor ant's perspective.
Yeah. I don't profess to be a poet, so the few poems I write are random, meaningless free verse. Feel free to tear it apart. I don't particularly care.
An Ant's Tale
The quest; it begins
and I scurry around,
my brethren with me,
all searching for
something to eat;
fast, fast, fast as can
be, hunting for
food.
Up, down, haven't I
been here before?
Search, my brethren, search!
Food, food, must find
food.
Quickly now, time
is short.
Something strange!
What is this?
It must have
food.
Up, down, haven't I
been here before?
This something strange,
it is huge! Bigger
than the colony.
My brethren surround it.
Something so big
has to have
food.
The something, it moves!
Brethren, help me!
I am nearly swept away.
It shakes and shakes
and rattles and rattles.
Then it stops.
Maybe it moved to get
food.
I must find it!
I scurry around,
fast as I can
hunting, hunting for
food.
Now I am on something
else, another part
of this something
strange, perhaps?
No time, no time,
I must find
food.
The something, it moves!
And suddenly I am
...flying?
Such a strange sensation!
Maybe I am flying toward
food.
I land; I bounce.
It hurts, but my
quest must continue.
There, I see it!
Food!
It is heavy; still,
I pick up my prize.
Huzzah!
Food!
But...
where have my brethren gone?
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