Nat Ants Poem by Mill Field

Nat Ants



Ants -
What perfection of form;
What perfection of body parts;
What perfection of minuteness;
What perfection of corporate endeavour;
What perfection of industry;
And, in the mandibular art of BITING, ultimate perfection.

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