from the distant light post
on my lonely veranda
I saw a few ants
engaged in the act perennial
and the oldest game
the game of predation.
The ants were small
yet outnumbering
the scorpion
mighty,
black,
gigantic,
age old,
might have preyed others
myriad times
other insects with
fruitless prayers
to escape from
his deadly stings
and
and yes,
peacefully digested over.
But this time
alas!
the scorpion
A Henzur Rupert
was defeated,
His legs were
now carried,
its sting was stung.
Oh! It’s the Time!
And It was the one
that belonged to
someone else
this time.