Felix Dennis

Felix Dennis, Poet, Publisher and Tree Planter

Twenty-three Ants

Twenty-three ants have come to drink
From  drops of tea in my kitchen sink,
One hundred and thirty-eight legs to raise
Their armoured bodies above the glaze.

Twenty-four thousand compound eyes
To scout a desert where danger lies,
As forty-six antennae taste
The air while mouths suck sugared waste.

And half in wonder — and half amused,
My neat-and-tidy parts confused,
My brain restrains a vengeful thumb—
A man-God’s whim: no flood shall come!

Mandalay, Mustique August 19, 2007

Poem Published in the following books: Island of Dreams  

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