Sycamore helicopter seedlings: Photo – WHB 2018
A CONUNDRUM
The ant that scampers from my tread,
Does it feel the fear, the dread,
The threatened onslaught of my shoe,
Does it fear as I would do?
Does it wonder if the rest –
His sibling brothers in the nest –
Would miss him if he did not return
Would they show the least concern?
Or would his absence not be noted;
Never mentioned, never quoted?
Just another gap in time,
Neither sordid nor sublime.
I ask God in my ignorance,
What then is the difference
Between this threatened ant and me;
Which of us should cease to be?
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Roland's Ragbag 
A very deep piece Roland, has the insect a soul, whatever that may be, has it sentience?
Food for the mind hidden in a beautiful easy read, most enjoyable.
Thank you.
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I appreciate your comments. Thank you, Nigel.
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Roland, a very beautiful poem that speaks to my heart in every stanza. I do get so glad
when I hear how you care about the little creatures on the forest floor and around.
Indeed, we will never know if and what the think but I believe they have intuitive protective
awareness. Also they build the most fabulous homes.
May we all continue to wonder. To care.
miriam
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All will remain a puzzle. Thank you for your comments, Miriam.
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An amusing take on a mystery
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Thanks for your message Derrick.
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Amusing thoughts about natures creatures. Do their instincts make them as savvy to their surroundings as do our minds? Mind-stirring and superb piece.
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Thank you, Eugenia.
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