They come crawling in,
trying to escape the rains,
one by one,
tiny black refugees,
longing for any crumbs
I have to offer.
They trail across the
window sill,
playing follow the leader.
Their crooked lines
resemble the smile
of a DUI suspect who,
"only had two beers".
The sun peeks
through the window,
a lady bug lands.
The Earth is waving at me,
beckoning the ants,
and I,
home.
I scoop up the tiny beings,
sprinkling cinnamon behind them
to barricade against their return
with something kind,
and together
we retreat,
to where we both belong,
outside
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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I put out ant traps. I guess I do't have the feelings for them that the poem portrays. They are quite hard to get rid of. Your poem puts a different spin on things for me. Well Done!!1