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Stroll across my kitchen counter

Right here alongside my arm

While I wait for my coffee

Nervy little insect is ignores me

So I put my hand in front of him

He turns and goes the other way

Iโ€™m thinking he is a smart ant

They work hard

Theyโ€™re industrious creatures

He knows not to mess with me

And Iโ€™ve read how we are all one

Connected in some mysterious way

Me, the ant, and the universe

Iโ€™ll let him live but he better know

Iโ€™m the ant god here in my house

And he is but my lowly subject

And heโ€™s to bend to my moods

Even if theyโ€™re capricious

I alone decide whether he live

Or whether he die

So he avoids me like a good ant

He turns away without angering me

I donโ€™t see where he goes

But I let him go

My coffee is ready

I put in the sweetner

And go sit at my table

But thereโ€™s something on my arm

I ignore it since he wouldnโ€™t dare

But up my arm it tickles

Then itโ€™s on my neck

I kill it

Squish it between my thumb and forefinger

I donโ€™t know whether it screamed

Or if its colony needed him

I donโ€™t care

Stupid ant

Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.

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