The Ant And ‘his Way’

The Ant And his Way prose poem

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I once sat and observed the movements of an Ant,
as he moved across my bathroom floor.
He was headed in one direction, and for no apparent reason,
he decided to change course. When he changed
directions, I decided to block his pathway, thinking that he would yield and continue his original course.
Well, I was mistaken; even when I tempted him with a candy mint.
He wanted none of it, but insisted on ‘going his own way’.
So I withdrew, allowing him to proceed as I returned
to reading my book.

Several minutes passed, and I was reminded
To seek the whereabouts of my friend the ant.
Little did I realize that my search would end so soon.
I looked around the floor and then took a look under
The cabinet sink. It was there that I found the ant,
But not in the manner that I would have suspected.
In that precise moment, he was being reeled into the
Web of a spider. It was a scene that I had never before
witnessed. To some extent, it was thrilling for me to have
a front row seat, beholding the wild kingdom at work in the
Bathroom of my home. At the same time, it was also sad
To witness the death of the ant, who insisted on going
“His Own Way”.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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