Hungry shivers and a poem to write, 

that was going to be my fading evening. 

But just then I saw an ant…small black one…

On my black and white striped shirt. 

Everytime there was black it was going nowhere…aimless, defeated trooper…

But then the whites came…it was leaping… frantically going towards the dazzling unknown, 

but then again those blacks came…

It was caught in a loop…

I had to pick it up and remove it from that repeating maze. 

I wish we also could be picked and removed from our glass patterns by some other mighty beings.

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Photograph: Google. 

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