The Ant

The ant circled my empty plate, hopeful

He moved with purpose

But I

Sitting high

Can see the desert he is yet to discover

I wondered how I looked to God

Or a being much bigger than myself

Then I washed the ant away




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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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