What the Ant Saw
What the ant saw when he stopped on a branch:
golden rays slicing through tangled black boughs,
falling in curtains of lace that hung off each branch
like gossamer threads of gold fairy down.
What the ant saw when he paused on a ledge:
a city built on shimmering water,
bridges arching ‘tween buildings, statues edge
each garden terrace; keep feet off water.
What the ant saw from the mountain’s bent cone:
ice kissed, sun soaked, the crag peak pierces clouds,
offers views of a fluffy land rain-sewn,
wind-driven, sky-veiling–this puffy shroud.
All the ant saw made his antennae twitch,
but his view, high or low, he’d never switch.
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This ant really got around. He visited the Enchanted Forest, Renthalia: the City of Bridges and hung out on one of the “hundreds of mountains” littering Shayari. (Shayari claims to have a hundred valleys but no one has actually counted them to verify that.) Not bad for an ant.
Prompt courtesy of One Word Photo Challenge – Ants