cluster of mushrooms on a mound
slimy grayish to shiny dark brown
i bend to see what's underneath
colony of red ants nibbling leaf
i try not to disturb i might get bit
it's pretty like garden, i love it
i pick a stick to free small buttons
by lifting soil from their top, gently
ants attack the stick including me
i just leave them alone, they're angry
similar to people who doesn't share
our beliefs they respond with anger
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