ANTS
The oddly shaped clouds in the sky
look grey and forlorn in mood
no rays of brilliant sunshine
peep through and smile upon us
Seagulls squawk and sigh
flying high in search of scraps
Black ants with umbrella's
brace themselves for the pending downpour
milling around and around
leading their complicated lives
Dreaming of the sun drenching their skin with warmth and happiness
removing themselves from themselves
Sending them away, away from the pendulous skies
God and his angels have other plans
as they gaze down from above
At all the black ants scurrying
and trying to give meaning to their existence
Poems straight from the heart.
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