Ants--a poem

Ants

A long black line,
Determined!,
Meanders across a counter,
In my Kitchen!

I am attacked!,
By multitudes,
Of tiny beings,
with attitude!

Their destination,
A cat's crumb,
Smothered in a swirl,
Of gluttony!

Minute beings,
In peril of ultimate,
Destruction,
By WMDs!

Unknowingly,
Pursuing life,
In conflict with,
A higher intelligence!

Windex spray,
With ammonia,
Breaks their ranks,
The movement stops!

The long black line,
Is wiped away,
As easily as,
Dust!

A skirmish,
In a continuing war,
Against a foe,
Without end!

Mark Worden
Encinitas
9/9/05