Sidi J. Mahtrow
Flying Ants - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
Can ants fly?
As they reach their passion
For procreating the species, everlasting.
Seem to come from you know not
Where, but in the morning
The evidence's there.
Their last moments
Searching for the perfect event
Where a male and female of the species
Come together. Yet here's proof that nature
Intended for survival of the fittest to fly and prevail
While all those others that tried, seemed to fail
Look closely and you will see what was
A large number, flying for the cause
Ants that didn't make it for sure,
They lie there, big and small.
Scattered about the floor
Lifeless as others before.
But wait, is there something that can be
Said for this Dance of Death where surely,
Ants must die so that the species can survive?
At least one Queen, the mating flight, will energize
To lays fertile eggs, numberless, in the selected nest
Where workers will ensure that offspring survive to the last.
There they'll grow large and aplenty with no evidence that
They're awaiting Nature's call for a moment of nuptial bliss
When on a night they'll arise in flight, moonlight kissed
To gather in the reflected light, circling to meet their fate.
Wings a flutter, soaring in the air, exhausting their energy fare
Then spent, bodies accumulate as they come to rest in silent doom.
Where you come across this; nature's Graveyard, in the room.
Evidence that many have perished so the species can renew.
Be grateful that these are flying ants, within your view,
With body shaped not unlike this poem.
Head, articulate neck, slim waist
And large abdomen.
They are not Termites!
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