Black ants cloud

Black ants cloud

A cloud of big & winged
Black ants
Covered my house’s yard
Last night

Mating and dying season
For the big & winged.
Wonderful feast
For the small & wingless ones

That worked all the morning
Carrying the victims
To their secret fridges

I wonder where
Their offspring lay.
Nature goes on cycles
That time turns on spirals
While God cast loaded dices

Reality is settled by
The repeatable insects
The ones who die
After have hidden its eggs

VABM 12-Aug-09