An Ant

I met an ant this morning lolling in my bed.

With Kleenex in hand, as the weapon of

Choice, I moved in for the kill. His defense

Systems clicked in and he moved beyond

My reach. As I moved quietly and cleverly

To the other side, he eyed me and fled over

The edge on his side of the bed. Last seen

Fleeing the scene, he gave me the finger as a

Victory salute