Killing ants arrayed on my son’s plate,
Left casually on the kitchen counter,
What I’m feeling could be described as irate,
But I want it to be a wonder encounter.
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I could not resist the synchronicity of this one. Today’s infestation prompt from Poetic Asides had Robert writing a poem about ants. Today’s pantun prompt from NaPoWriMo had an example poem that also included ants. And, yes, there were ants in my kitchen this morning.