i left cold arms of shadow
where red ants live, their own
they will recognize me, big foot
biting is one of their know how
teamwork their masterpiece
take orders from scented saliva
i once put alcohol soaked thread
close to their food line, startle them
dis-array; dropp their load ran away
maybe seconds for us; microseconds
for them but gets job done by sunset
we are lucky if we complete in weeks
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