Ants At A Picnic.

Ants at a picnic
walking on the food,
didn’t ask first–
very, very rude.

Wolves in the wilderness
howling at the moon,
I’m trying to sleep–
it’s a racket, not a tune.

Icy white snow
falling all night,
no school tomorrow–
well that’s all right.

2001 © A F Harrold