Through the forest grass,
a lockstep march.
Neat columns
of silent striding teams.
To ground they go,
to burrow deep.
Bringing prizes
foreign and mundane
Can they look into the giants above?
There is no time to dream.
Hurry home! Your colony calls
and the task is but half done
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
Through the forest grass,
a lockstep march.
Neat columns
of silent striding teams.
To ground they go,
to burrow deep.
Bringing prizes
foreign and mundane
Can they look into the giants above?
There is no time to dream.
Hurry home! Your colony calls
and the task is but half done