ant astray

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?