Gathering Poem by Nenia Arnaiz Dulom

What is there behind the wall?
I wonder what could be the secret
hidden inside the enclosure,
in the penetralia of infectious beings,
What could be the clandestine commotion going on?

Aha, Cockroaches and Rats gather in unison
Together they indulge in banter and back-fence talking
And gather hearsay from other Vermin and Termites so vicious
Daily session happens when everyone else is engrossed
in rewarding and productive endeavor they do not envision.

Yes they waste their precious time to rot
And be consumed to their mischievous venture but bunk
Daily they fill their spirit with bacteria and blight
The stench poisons the air in heavy weight.

But wait, maybe they are secretly employed
To harness the busy Ants they envy and ridicule
They are engaged and occupied to ruin and destroy
The Ants who are busy earning for their provision.

The Ants who are not worry about the hush hush affair
the routinely loitering of Cockroaches and Rats or Vermin
No matter how their eyes sore
to watch them gang up there and about.

Yes, in boisterous laughter their bellies bounce
The sound of their voices give nothing but offensive sound
Piercing to the ears and upsetting the peace
Jarring the tranquility and patience.

The Ants labor daily inside their camp,
To bring produce when winter comes,
Minding their business and not the folks around,
So when storm comes
There are enough yields to enjoy and have fun.

Which the Cockroaches and Rats would lay their
Envy eyes in craving and grudge,
But nothing left for them but their malice
And dirt to feast on.