The ant ran
In concentric circles.
Okay, he meandered
On his quest for sustenance.

Was he just looking for food?
The grasshopper jumped,
A cricket or two, thousand buzzed.
I like the chameleon

Swift, silent, everchanging
To match his surroundings.
Aren't we all
A little like that?

08/16/1977

Posted on 03/25/2006
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