Stubborn ant
stuck on the page.
I don’t want to hurt you,
Go, go –
before I need to write.
I don’t want to squish
or dissect you.
Well, maybe dissect -
in words.
Black and sleek
you’re always searching for
stores of food
or some hidden treat.
But there’s none on me
or on this page.
None in my purse
or book-bag.
So, SHOO! now
and search elsewhere –
I’m running on empty…
