Fate Directed Poem by James McLain
Fate Directed
The head of the ant rolled
all the way to your foot.
What to do, what to do.
I cried to your other friend
the queen awaits some
action now it seems.
We put the head of our
friend in the mouth of a
hungry baby bird and
went on out to play.
Was it the right thing to do?
No! but it saved us an
hour and a half.
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