Ants
“Ants are omnivores and will eat just about anything.” a-z-animals.com
We picnic together often these days,
a basket for ourselves, we unwillingly have to share.
The problem is the ants.
One intruder stealing from us is somewhat noticed, yet
I can’t pretend these predators aren’t on the move.
They crawled in taking small bites at first, but now
there are gaping holes in you.
These scavengers, in a collective effort,
have infiltrated and are carrying off our treasures.
Our friends have noticed the onslaught.
I tried to hide them under the blanket for awhile,
eventually everyone saw the ants covering you,
except you.
These days I savor our picnics,
but you can’t remember to brush away the ants.
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Nice! “there are gaping holes in you” had me.
Nice poem, I can definitely feel the disconnect! Ants as a metaphor for the fragility of relationships, I like it.
Nice one!