The Ant and Me

A tickle on my arm
Sends a shiver through my veins
The tiny black creature
Crawls up with wriggling legs

Undaunted in its journey
It plods in patience
Until a finger's flick
Attacks it like a storm unforeseen

Thrown off dizzying heights
It gravitates to its origin
I observe in silence as it hangs
Poised between life and death

Murder was not my intent
Neither the tortuous struggle to live
Releasing it gently to the soil I think
Coexistence is just a myth.