A workaholic creature never tiring
A social worker in unison labour
A wise one that understands the seasons
Having a focus on what is to come
When the weather changes to the uncomfortable
In dry season when the environment is gay
Tediously they toil to gather resources
Dragging bits of food into their holes
Communally labouring to save for the rainy day
Unbothered about others that bask in the sun
And when the rains come
Together they retire to their enclave
To abundance of food and warmth
To reap the fruit of their labour
While the unwise languish in the cold.
(Monday,20/11/2023,12.20pm)
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