A tiny little mound
No more than a half inch wide
I can't help but wonder
How many ants are living inside
I know they're in there
As busy as could be
Building their city
And working diligently
I patiently sit
And watch for awhile
Soon they emerge
From the top of the pile
In single file
They filter out
In search of food
They're off to scout
Each one assigned
A certain job
Just as important
As head of the mob
On a mission
For their queen
Their survival skills
Are very keen
With mission complete
And food in hand
They then return
To their home land
Assembled at the base
Of the massive hill
It's time to go in
Their village to fill
Marching uphill
They don't miss a beat
As they disappear
Into their cozy retreat
What: Mr. Bee (Diseased) and Mr. Ant.
Where: On the ground by Stone Mountain NC
How it Happened: Mr. Bee left us one bright and sunny afternoon and Mr. Ant was elected to perform the burial--I.E. Remove the remains and put them to good use back at the nest. I spotted the goings on when Mr. Ant's movement caught my attention.
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