Food corner
In front see old days and forest
The beetles, ants and rest.
Digging hole; if forced to
For one use, one purpose.
Mostly not;
Lowered butt like the cat or a dog.
Hands and legs and the rest, all busy
Eyes hunting lines of ants in marching
Some were large, camel-like, but mostly
Pitch black and small.
They stopped, head to head and spoke:
“How was road? Was it safe? ”
“Yes it was but caution is a must.”
Antennas moved left, right:
“And the nest? Is all well? ”
It took long:
“Our queen and the eggs? ”
Same here, food corner
Tables, chairs, chit and chat
People talk.
Man and ant are alike yet apart.
The ants were united as if one
The mankind scattered; big divide.
Some relax, smile-laugh; some show off
Hairs shampooed and colored, are designed
Coats, jackets, shoes and bags, in fashion or style.
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