an endless stream of large black ants
invaded our home.
.
We had become fond of their smaller cousins
that seemed to kiss
as they passed each other on our kitchen walls
but these sharp-jawed soldiers marched
through every room –
our house a mere obstacle on their route.
.
Walking too close to walls
we risked our feet being nipped
by a member of this single-minded colony
just travelling from A to B.
.
And in this land carved out from forest
who are the invaders anyway?
originally published in the Russell Streur Nature Poetry Anthology published by North of Oxford.
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I published a new post on my Crafty Green Poet Substack today, you can read it here.
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I'm happy to have a haiku included in the September 2025 issue of Sense and Sensibility.
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