Ants…

        Pattern your life, pattern your life

Ants, ants here and there,
Tiny black sugar ants, everywhere,
Marching across my counter tops,
Searching for food and spilled

Black specks, pepper treks, across my floor
one by one, they follow in legion, to the door
Marching forth, intent on purpose

Tiny ants get no respect,
though they are very strong,
carrying 20 times their weight,
in single file they march along.

Always

Ants are Nature's communists

They work collective, proud

You never hear them shouting

No riots, placards, crowds.

Every