They Came Poem by soren Barrett

They Came

Mind's motor running smooth, drifting down the highway of thought, watching the passing scenery of days tasks. Just completing lunch steering it to the plate, when came that sudden bang. Shock, disbelief, reaction. Perforated my tire on which I stood, bare and bald the culprit still clinging to it was soon pulled. A nail of an ant extracted.
They came, at first the one, then ten, a thousand, millions everywhere in traffic jams forming a black asphalt tarmac. A solemn procession of carrion cargo. In off road driving they filled the grass. Each step more punctures on treadless tires. Hitchhikers uninvited intruders of the back seat. Shaken off at each stop only to catch a ride on the next one passing.
They came

They Came
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Yesterday while fixing dinner I was stung on the foot by what I initially thought was a horsefly. Brushing it with my other foot the pain remained. Looking down I saw a large black ant. Stooping down to pull it off I saw dozens of others swarming about. Sweeping them outside I saw tens of thousands swarming the side of the house. Going out the other door literally millions surrounding the house, covering the walks and porch. Each step on the grass produced a foot full clinging. Retreating inside I had numerous hitch hikers that had to be removed. Today they are gone not a dead body of the one's I squashed left behind as if it were a dream, but the bites on my feet remind me it was not a hallucination.
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