I took note of a black ant.
It was the larger,
but still not large for an ant,
of the major kinds in this yard.
It was finding a roundabout way
back to the line it was in
before it climbed onto my toe,
came a short way to the south,
and was brushed onto the concrete
by hand action.
There was no panic,
even in the web
with the spider coming to get it.
As if it'd eat an ant.
It got out in the nick of time,
and resumed
roundabouting to the line,
where I lost it.
Dear Buddha,
Is it bad for ants to eat sugar?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem