Fire Ants are the Devil


Broadcast granules do absolutely no good –
not delivering death as Bengal’s powder could.

Devil ants – worse than Fibonacci rabbits –
set world records in their multiplying habits.

Armed with a round container of Ultra Dust x2
she creeps lightly across the fast-fading dew.

A sprinkle here
A sprinkle there

Hills are covered in a light dusting like new-fallen snow –
those fire-red ants tunnel wildly around and never know!

Each morning she will continue to persevere
until, at last, there are no more angry ants here.



About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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