Little TragedyA Poem by ConstanceActually based on true events... really. LOL. I'll write about anything.I awoke in the night with an urge and though sleepwalking, found Littered all over my bathroom tile, a courageous little army Tiny crimson ants scurrying about their scouting mission Emerging from a tiny hole in the trim, yet not in order They were everywhere at once, and to walk in Meant stepping on a few before I saw them Which I didn't feel guilty about...
I started in, smashig them all to keep them out of the house, most Scrambled like lightning on thin little legs back toward the Hole from whence the came, fearing for their lives As most any living creature would have done As I lowered the heavy shoe to crush life Right out of them
Most all who weren't dead were back in the hole, but then I saw One tiny ant, standing still, as though he were saying that He didn't care if I killed him, but he wouldn't move Stopping for a moment, I thought of how it is A creature not as smart as we could decide His fate so keenly
Was he giving his life for a lover or a child or his friend or was he Simply too tired of giving up and marching on to safety? I realized I didn't care, and he became a dead spot For I rued the tragedy of more ants you know... And then I remembered war, Felt for his soul A moment And
Marched on
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4 Reviews Added on July 2, 2008 Last Updated on July 6, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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