The Playground

I watched a colony of ants
Their nest shattered
Eggs scattered
By what, to them, must have been
a natural catastrophe

The first priority was the next generation
How they slaved
Eggs saved
The recovery seemed chaotic
yet so organised

Paths crossed, re-crossed, intertwined
The eggs unspilled
Nest rebuilt
Routines returned to normal, waiting
for the next pointed stick

It had begun to rain
The stick dropped
Hoods flopped
over happy round faces, as mothers
rushed forward unfolding umbrellas

© 2005 Kahdoosch