Friday, 26 April 2013

The Edge of the World

Exploring ants forage a living
In their concrete poolside world.
There and back in a single day
Takes them to a finite edge:
An edge they never question.

Birds do not only sing in captivity;
They create on the wing. High above,
The owl sees one in a million ants
Take a chance, suddenly inspired,
To fall off the edge of the world.

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