The relentless march of ants, full of abundance.
Black and Red but never Lime Green.
Work is Worship.
Wide awake they march to duty and the Queen.
But don’t these six-legged bent antennae know that by law they are entitled to two fifteen-minute breaks?
This is government work at its best, but not a time clock in sight.
An owl wearing a dog collar watches this performance piece but mistakes it for a gender reveal party.
The pretty kitty licks its chops but it’s nap time, again.
The cloud that could care less passes by.
Of course, there are casualties but that’s yesterday’s news…or tomorrow’s.
Like the Moon but not as fickle, they devour the landscape.
A cricket announces this voyage is over.
Enthusiastic indifference rises in the East to greet a new day.