Life in Anthill

Like an anthill, they are
a complex network.  Passages,

rooms, entrances, really a
maze.  Like a visiting ant, we
got lost in an unknown
complex.  We try to get
out, but end up in a
position where we wish
we weren't.  From the
outside, an anthill is
nothing more than an
unruly mound of
dirt, and other crud.  In
essence, a building is

the same, and its inhabitants
are like ants.  Hustling and
bustling at various paces.
The significant difference
being the Queen doesn't
live in our anthills, and
if the Queen's life were
at risk, it would be due
to her disgruntled


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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