Ant Farm

Tired muscles shuttle ants
away from their plight.
Wandering in the freedom
of not having a place to call home
for the night.

The stars are all masked
by the brilliant light
that blinds them
from bigger hills
outside their fight.

Heavy eyes that can’t sleep—
even with ears clamped tight,
they can still hear the thud
of ant feet
to their right.

Tossing and turning
with all of their might,
the red hue of stress
in the first streak of dawn
is nearly in sight.