Antics
Once upon a time lived an ant
Diligent and simple as its wont
The likes of which are now scant
It is to who I dedicate this rant
It was friends with a certain bee
And for good measure another three
None was perfect to any degree
But in general were quite happy
The ant worked hard day and night
Not losing focus even in the slight
For it dreamt of reaching a height
From where it could soar like a kite
Like all tales with an expected twist
This too now has its cloud of mist
In a nutshell distraction was its gist
And things changed hand over fist
The ant was hit one night by a beam
A blow crushing its soul it would seem
For a while there was not even a scream
As if it were unreal like a bad dream
Perhaps it was the way the ray pitched
Under its charm the ant just twitched
Its senses now completely switched
Little it could do to come unhitched
Friends of the ant tried to tell
That it was under a cursed spell
This was no way for one to dwell
Alas! on deaf ears the counsel fell
After many a moon had passed
The ant sensed by itself - at last
That time was right for it to cast
Aside the madness and move past
And so it went about mending ways
Back to laughing like in good old days
Shedding the pall of gloom and haze
About to begin a brand new phase
As night ended and day had begun
The ant was seen having its fun
Living life like it had never done
For it now had a new friend in Sun
Warmth brought by the Sunlight
Made the ant dizzy with delight
To its friends it was quite a sight
So the story did end alright !
