Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Climbing up my naked leg,
this intrepid ant should be
squashed flat for his temerity.
My hand is poised above the brake of hair
in which the struggling pilgrim tickles me.
Ignorance has surely led him there,
which must explain why I still hesitate
to end his foolish trek--
as hopeless as my own.

good philosophical poem.

with
hopes that the ant continued its life unscathed
&
appreciation for the wisdom stimulated

Much enjoyed. Ditto all the comments.

~A

p.s. Did you ever see this episode on the old Twilight Zone? Part iii

good call. some day we might be the ant ...