Out meandering this morning

On a quiet cloudy day

I sat on a stump while watching

A little ant busy on its way

To where I had no way of knowing

But my mind played out my thoughts

As if I where that ant and the ant was me

And suddenly there was a “Bee”

Now I am bigger than both of them

With a brain intelligently designed

So what do I do now, I ask myself

For once I think I’ll use my mind. 

To figure out the sensible thing to do, like

Hang around or high tail it away

I just rose from my perch and nonchalantly,

In- conspicuously meandered away.