As I step
off my porch,
I see a colony
of ants scurrying
around, with no
time to spare.
We wonder
if humanoids
are too busy,
until we
study these ants——
fine creatures,
as serious as could be,
working as if their
lives depended on it.
We take vacations,
sleep, and retire.
The ants only nap
sixteen minutes a day,
and for the rest of the time,
work, work, and work,
preparing their next
meal for themselves,
and their nieces and nephews.
PLEASE COMMENT BELOW: WHEN DO WE CALL THESE CREATURES OUR FRIENDS, AND WHEN DO WE PUT OUT THE ANT TRAPS?
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