My Heart Bleeding Ink

Ants

There's a hole in the window frame

Don't know who made it

Perhaps it was the ants

Perhaps they keep it gated

Because the wasps rattle against the window sill

Trying to get in

Perhaps they are too plump and fat

Perhaps they are too thin

Either way,

I don't mind

I'm glad they can't get in

I'd rather they all stay outside

As the ants come marching in

Author's Note: Maybe I should technically call this a Poet's Note? Anyway, I feel like this poem is a little half baked. I wrote it six weeks ago and let is sit for a bit, thinking maybe I'd come back to it and flesh it out (the last three lines kinda bug me, but I can't figure out how to fix it). Instead I got distracted with other projects, so I thought I'd share with you guys for now and maybe come back to it later.