Tiny, black, writhing dots
Curling into a mass
Ants.
Ants,
Shiny and little and squirming
Threatening to run over the human race.
A black wave
Not of water, but ants
Delicate legs and antennae
Bumping into others
All unidentifiable, an ocean of them.
Ants.
Millions
Thousands
Gathered in one same spot
How can one tiny ant
Be part of something so big?
A tsunami,
A sea,
A cult of insects
Ants . . .