ant astray
Ants file out in a single line
of one-lane traffic to and fro
From the nest to the food source they go
And back, in a ever-flowing row
head to head they often meet
Touching feelers they greet
And happily go on mission invisible
But a naughty ant ran off the track one day
It stepped on another leaf out of the way
Another to another it adventured on and on
By connection to another tree ajacent this one
From a branch as bridge it landed on a wall
Down the wall to a cemented courtyard in a fall
A vast world unknown to a creature so small
An alien alone in a barren land forsaken by all
Would it panic, and turn back?
Would it remember the old track?