Our little Sherpas - Oct. 29, 2024

pygmy ants we call them

unseeable with bad eyes

the width of a thought

length of an eyelash

they single file into the

sealed cookie jar

swarm invisible crumbs

dining on what the vacuum

can’t grab

and bite like an evil mosquito

I’m trying to see where

they’re getting in

find that broken black hair

of a passing lane to spray

“Make sure you wipe the counters

good every night” I tell the husband

in the morning I see

the tiny Sherpas

climbing a cabinet

then split off

to a dozen restaurants

open for breakfast