Ants

An Ant 
Who thought everyone was working 
Trying to build 
Together. 
Finding out so many in the colony are 
Working to drown the ants they hate. 
Digging away 
Towards the River 
To give themselves a home to themselves. 
Waiting for a cleansing rain. 
Smirks of future satisfaction 
When they won't have to abide in mutual benefaction. 
But now the drops are a rat a tat tatting. 
The mud is stirring 
It's taking us all with it 
Someone forgot the flood doesn't care. 
Can't see 
It swells with a blind mouth 
And it licks us all cold.


--Katrina P., Adult