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What an Ant...

Look an ant.
A big black ant.
As I stare.
Random at most.

Shocked to see
what I perceived,
to be ugly
in the moment.

Now a shift
has happened,
no longer
ugly to me.

No gender,
as far as
the mind
can perceive.

As far as
the eye
can see,
female nor male.

A beauty
to behold.
Watching, as
things unfold.

The ant,
still apart
of the universe.

Apart of
me.
Apart of
you.

It strayed
far away,
making way
inside.

On the table,
with the
unsolved puzzle,
right there.

A puzzle,
been there
for days.
An observation.

My friend, the
ant walks along
the side,
minding its own.

And there,
is where,
I leave it
be.

To be happy
don't you see?
Walking about
endlessly.