Wild Kingdom

Look outside at the people moving round. I do not know where they go and what they have found. Could it be special? Could it be plain? Could it be something that I lost in the rain? I watch the people move and watch them talk. I see their mouths moving and drown out their words. My thoughts are not with them as I look around, instead they focus on an ant on the ground. It travels along a predetermined path , lead by those before it by some scent from their ass. As I study the ant I look up again and now see the people doing the same thing.