The Explorer

I found an ant

Crawling on the outside

Of my office window

Here on the third floor

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Idiot

There’s no food up here

Only glass

Wind

And a spider

Likely too lazy to eat it

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Sometimes

Rarely

One of the young birds

Who nest above

Will jump on

And cling to the screen

Watching me work inside

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They could eat him

But admittedly

They’re too busy chasing each other

And finding worms

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Maybe then

The risks aren’t that great

And exploration is its own reward

Along with a tale the ant will relay to the colony

With dances and chemical smells

Should it ever return home.