ONE NIGHT
©Audrey Manning 1997

Outside the rain hits the window;
Inside I am all alone.
It scurries across the floor,
Sensing the unclaimed prize.
Removing the carcass
Is expected to be an easy task,
For Winter’s bitter wind is very near.
But, tugging, pulling, surveying
Does not produce the desired results.
Perhaps an army would have the answer!
The army marches in one by one.
They survey, pull, tug
And slump away daunted.
Would it accept defeat?
Once more it surveys the prize.
Suddenly, it begins to dissect the fly
And carry away the pieces, bit by bit.
'And Ladies of the Club’
Arrive for their meeting.
Cold hands are shaken;
Meaningless words are spoken.
The guest speaker walks across the floor,
In bare feet. . . . . . .
“O, my God! There’s an ant!”
Another foot, still clad,
Is raised and dropped. . .
It was but a nanosecond
In the march of time!
 

Bishnu Dey wrote:

      We do not know what levels of
intelligence exist among the animal species that cohabit this earth.  We do
not know if animals, insects etc. feel the same need to attribute their
existence to the mysteries of that "supernatural power", or some other
entity.