Stopping By An Ant Nest on a Windy Day- Tovar Mendes

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
And in the rotting logs the red ants sleep.
When they awoke, I ran from them to flee their keep,
and escaped their swarming masses with a leap.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw more ants,
A host, of legs and mandibles;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
They quartered me like a common beast,
And carried me below to have their feast.

(with acknowledgment to Robert Frost & William Wordsworth)

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--> Tovar is a man without a mustache who brightly shines his blades. He walks in fields of mustard weeds and fights with demonic crickets to silence them. Only then can he sleep well through the night. Silently he floats through history in his dreams searching for the crinkle that diverted humanity down a disturbing path. If he finds it, he hopes he can remember where it is when he wakes. He hopes, not for himself, but for his fellow creatures ...
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Sugar Ants rebuilding their nest entrance after rain by Ozeye