Groveling then busking

All at once

And all in time

Leaving a ferris-wheel trail

Across a deep mountainous climb

Descended with rapture and with joy

Their mindless triumphant demeanour

Gossamer wings parade-parade

These gormless little ants

Full to the brimful

Empty to the last meandering weight

Pulled across the

Rotting fruit filled with retiring goodness

Tiny prissy princelings

These masterful creatures

Filled with adventurous spirit

March on, march on and soldier on

Under the unforgiving human’s

Watchful, waiting and wandering eye.