I wrote this a while back, on a sunny afternoon while watching some termites scurry around their nest (nowhere near my house). It’s a fun piece which I’ve been meaning to post for a while.
An ode to the termite,
A small humble beast.
White in flesh and naught in brain,
This creature is ‘simple’ at best.
Your daily schedule is work, work, work,
But at night you feast, feast, feast!
And feast you do, on wood and bits,
Surely, you must consume heaps!
And as the sun rises,
To work, you must go back.
And regurgitate last nights meal,
hack it up, yes, hack! Hack!
It’s for your house, your home,
A beacon in the barren.
A mighty fort it must be,
to prevent yourself from becoming ant carrion.
These beasts from hell, these evil ants,
From every mile they do come.
They come with a single intent,
Slay, slaughter and overrun
Defend yourself!
Your goal when they attack.
Defend yourself with jaws enlarged,
Big enough to bite back.
You may fight for minutes,
You may fight for hours.
But rest assured,
You’ll fight those six-legged beasts until the fort remains ours.
An ode to the termite,
A small humble beast.
White in flesh and naught in brain,
This creature is ‘simple’ at best.
You mean no harm,
Although because of your city dwelling cousins it may be.
You work and eat and work and sleep,
And that doesn’t bother me.
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