One Sweet, Tiny, Harmless Ant Poem by Burt Poole

I watched a little ant one day.... as on my desk it made its way..... Through letters, pins and paper weights...
It scurried, turned, would hesitate.... and then it ran where my desk ends.... to join a million of its friends......Such little pests, what can they do? ....We blow them down with one “kercho-o-o”! .... But then I looked at one through glass, ENLARGED, my attitude changed fast!
For there within my very view, I saw a creature strong and true….With body red and six long legs..... Twas hard to think ants come from eggs..... Too beautiful, brown and searching eyes, antennae any ant would prize.... What form, what grace, what energy.... They’ll NOT be killed by one like me! ! !