He appears from a hole with real intent,
acting alone? or was he sent?
He makes his way, a treacherous route
to see what this human beings about!
A tiny rock i`d laid in place
held with glue to a sloping face.
He never feared just forged ahead
I watched amazed at this hero`s tread.
The rock was reached, he climbed It`s face
and searched around that strange new place.
Finding nothing down he came
retraced his steps back home again.
Would he report in some strange way
to a superior, who then would say.
'thank you for a job well done'
Your` a brave little ant my son.
Copyright 5/8/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Enjoyed the read.