I wrote this poem four years ago. We had a problem with ants. My cat was sitting on the kitchen sink trying to drink out of the faucet. There were ants crawling out of the drain up towards my cat. These verses popped into my mind.
Sitting on the kitchen sink.
Where it ought not to be.
Tufts all over, peering at the dripping
faucet.
The ants come pouring out of the
drain.
Crawling up to meet the ant caller.
Crawling out behind the orange
backboard.
Crawling out from under the toaster.
Scuttling under the microwave.
The ant caller sits with blue, jiggling
eyes.
Only noticing the dripping faucet.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
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Written on 2006-10-08 at 06:01
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The Ant Caller
Sitting on the kitchen sink.
Where it ought not to be.
Tufts all over, peering at the dripping
faucet.
The ants come pouring out of the
drain.
Crawling up to meet the ant caller.
Crawling out behind the orange
backboard.
Crawling out from under the toaster.
Scuttling under the microwave.
The ant caller sits with blue, jiggling
eyes.
Only noticing the dripping faucet.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
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Written on 2006-10-08 at 06:01
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