I nearly missed him as I stirred
my morning cup of joe;
he simply appeared on the counter
marching, a soldier in solo.

Of course I smashed him,
with my pointer finger of pain,
for the intrusion he attempted
during my morning mundane.

I thought I was smart
for ending his sojourn,
but the joke was on me
as things began a counterturn.

Two of his compatriots appeared
next to the bread box
and more were waiting by the dryer
next to a dropped pair of socks.

They climbed over my mirror
and across the tub;
they circled the bedroom window
above the azalea shrub.

The army swelled near my chair
overtook the remote,
the lamp was soon covered
with too many to smote.

I ran to my car,
burned rubber down the road
hurried to the market
in order to lock and load.

The bombs on the shelf
sparkled in the fluorescent light
And I bought one for each room
smiling with evil delight.

At dawn I will release them …
the bombs to wipe out the conspirants.
Hopefully then my home will be free
of those freaking, thieving, pesky little ants!