I was watching ants filing back and forth the other day
When two stopped for a chat; and I wondered how it was
They knew each other seeing they all look the same; and I
Concluded they must have individual features like us:
Hooked noses, for instance, bushy eyebrows, little pot bellies
And carry nicknames like ‘Shorty’, ‘Ginge’ or ‘Spike’
And further ants must have little to say seeing they say it
So quickly, but mostly I wondered where ants are off to
All the time; it is hard to imagine them doing yoga, or chilling
Out at the cricket or at the beach in a deckchair or anywhere
Else for that matter.
Thinking about ants, philosophising, wondering … Do those ants do the same about us, do you think, when they finally arrive back home, after their busy day out and about?
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I’ve written a poem about that too 🙂
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