High up, peering out,
From amongst clouds
Down at noisy ants
Following cues from
The Others for direction.

In front, prevailing pests encroach
And upset. Slapped skin sounds
Out abrupt, rhytymless.

Transfixed, I watch on seeing
Cracks. Shift position, refocus
Searching out for a glimpse
Of the real thing.

Screens all around purvey us
With beady eyes focussed and minds preset.
The cheese beckons on and they scramble
to feed.
While they can.
For now
Enough.