A solitary ant
Wanders through the
Maze of grass and
Garden beds
Following its
Nose to home

Was it to know
The path that it
Was on, was one of misery
Heart ache and pain
Terror and thoughts of
Misery beyond those of its comprehension

And as it walked, merrily
On its way
Towards the anthole
Did it know what
It would find on the other side

For no,
How could one know the future
And blame himself for it
Does the ant?
In all its wisdom
Know what will happen
And the next day holds?