AMBUSH!
Beneath the cotton-checkered skies,
the hilltop blazed with fiery cries:
“Friends, you know we must arise.
if we’re to win the battle prize.
Open up your compound eyes.
We’re better than those gnats and flies.
Gather up your war supplies.
Bifurcate those tunnels, guys!
A sneak attack! Send in the spies!
Let’s fight as one! Let’s colonize!”
The soldiers seized the apple pies.
They marched off with the chicken thighs.
The hilltop rang with hungry cries.
The rest is history — ant-size.
© 2013 Renée M. LaTulippe. All rights reserved.
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Hey, I remember that poem! A spectacular bifurcation by Renée. Voters and commenters agreed ...
ReplyDeleteI was happy to have a chance to dust it off and parade it around once again, Ed. And even presented with the opportunity to take out BIFURCATE...I left it in! I've grown attached...
DeleteThanks for featuring my poem, Michelle! The ants have been locked up for three years, so they are enjoying their chance for another picnic at your place. :)
ReplyDeleteJust so long as they keep their little pincers off my apple pie. :) Always a pleasure to share your work, Renée!
DeleteI remember this, too, with those ants marching in rhythm-very clever!
ReplyDeleteTerrific, those critters always seem to surpass their size, and they sure have here!
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