Midnight Nemesis

THE ANT crawling
on my wall might
be some kind of
super-ant, a prodigy,
a gnarled warrior
known for his (or her)
exploits on the insect
killing fields, those
crimson battles in the
dewy grass of dawn's
first light, when he (or she)
and the other ants laid
siege to a stronghold
of potato bugs, or colluded
to decapitate an injured
grasshopper, or devoured
the corpse of a sparrow
until nothing remained
but the frail caving bones —
and I wonder as I approach
with a shoe to squash the
ant's life,
                   What am I getting into here?

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