In the kitchen
A never ending line of worker ants
1 by 1
They gather kernels of rice and dry cat food

After I poison them,
Their lines develop uncertainty
Swirling in circles
Stopping,
yet moving their heads
in creepy ant surveillance mode
Plotting their revenge
Their comeback for
Poison
For hoping they perish
And never appear in my kitchen again

Their numbers
ebb and flow
Ebb and flow
Through cycles of lines and swirls

I visualize the Orkin Man and worry
That I might build bad ant karma.

What if it never ends?

~bwarren 23