The Ants


2 years, 10 months By Allyson

In: Poetry

 

A sweet aroma wafting through the halls

For over a mile they can sense it

And they crawl

Though I smell nothing at all

 

Into the room I enter

Finding their tiny carcasses strewn

Stuck to a glue trap meant for a mouse

But he never came for dinner

 



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