Ant LionA Poem by James MckayI use to enjoy watching these little insects kick the dirt to knock the ant down to their awaiting mandibles
I would see many of your holes in the dirt
So I asked my dad if he knew what you were He said beneath the sand awaiting their chance Is a insect called an ant lion; they eat ants They sit there patiently for hours, even days Hoping that their meal would come, their prey An ant would come crawling by and fall into its hole And as the ant tries to escape, its plan would unfold It would kick dirt up at the ant to knock it back down The smaller the ant the better so it couldn't get to ground Waiting down at the bottom were no set of claws Just a hungry ant lion with mandibles for its jaws Sometimes I would grab an ant and try feeding it to them It depended on the size of the hole or they crawl out again I'm sure you sat under the dirt thanking me for trying It was my pleasure, I shall go, happy hunting Mr. ant lion! by: James W. Mckay
June 27, 2023 © 2023 James Mckay |
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Added on June 27, 2023 Last Updated on June 27, 2023 AuthorJames MckaySan Antonio, TXAboutTx! Hello my name is James and I'm 46. I began writing at an early age and I'm sure most of our poetry started with "Roses are Red", etc. I'm not sure where my love or desire for poetry came from .. more..Writing
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