There’s this classic adage which we’ve seen at
hand that takes an ancient view on ant activity -
nothing new in that I can agree as when, and if,
they’re busy there'll be their trails galore - tho’
one supposes when there’s more’n yesterday’s
phalanx, that something’s in the wind, for sure,
or maybe it is caused by imminence of rain; we
have the wet in hand with seamy spells of April
showers (altho its only early March) which tells
us why they are out on the hoof at large - even
if that can’t explain their lunatic behaviour with
extreme persistence in pursuit of antsy things
But now we are subjected t’ their lunacy within
the house - you’d question why an office desk
with PC, mouse, & all the paraphernalia you’d
expect t’ see is now - somehow, the target for
reconnaissance in frantic & unceasing ant-like
scrutiny which drives me mad; barking I’m too
busy writing, can’t you give me space, go find
another place if what you plan will be an ant-
invasion of the promised land; the silence that
ensues is deafening - altho the scurried horde
disbands & scouts retreat t’ seek the safer by-
ways that their wilful leaders still insist exist
© 8 March 2018, I. D. Carswell
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