Do you see the tiny morsel of food that is crawling along the stucco wire towards the hummingbird?

Decisions, decisions,

A lunch snack for me,

A coming incision

Will soon have to be.

 

An ant suicidal

Is now within reach,

It’s protein not vital,

Won’t taste like a peach.

 

It’s truly quite bitter,

In more ways than one,

I say with a twitter,

Your good luck is done.

 

The red scarlet bean bloom

With nectar awaits,

It helps with the gloom,

While the ant taste abates.