CONVERSATION WITH THE ANT
By Celia Gilbert
Rude fellow,
it’s my house
and you don’t even say hello.
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If I don’t exist
for you, are you saying
I don’t matter?
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I see you alone
but you have
more friends than I.
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Is it my spilt milk
or my crumb
you desire?
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Big to your little,
little to another’s big . . .
all things measure.
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When you were only a few
I laughed,
the many frighten.
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How neat you are,
not a leg out
of place.
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Black is always
in style. You know that
don’t you?
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You want something sweet,
so we do share
something.
Copyright © 2015 by Celia Gilbert.