A tiny ant, struggling to cross the deep, ****, carpet-
With each synchronized step-from six tiny legs-
echoing a clap of thunder-

And the lights, the beautiful mixture of bright
colors, like a newly opened box of crayons,
dancing before me, would be more magnificent,
if they were somewhere else than in my living room-
God, I hate migraines!

                                                     ­                          r. riddle copyright 10-07-2013