Queen Of The Hill

w c

Queen Of The Hill

 

Little labyrinths beneath the Earth

Is where the queen does her work

Busy there deep inside

With the eggs she provides

 

She is centerpiece of it all

With her workers all on call

Catering to her every need

As they keep the colony

 

So many servants there around

Are devoted to her precious crown

With pieces of dismantled things

That they have the strength to bring

 

There is panic in the mound

When a boot comes crashing down

With the workers repairing the damage

In great numbers disturbed and frantic

 

The queen is there to be seen

To calm the ones laboring

And to boost the morale

Of the others as she shall     

 

After the reconstruction’s through

She resides in her inner room

Close to workers there inside

Loyal to her ‘til they die     

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 14th, 2018 11:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A lovely write w c.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

    • onepauly

      very interesting,
      and entertaining.

      • w c

        Thanks, onepauly. I appreciate your comment.



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