Anthracitic ants anticipate antipathy.
A true Antediluvian antagonist, their anthoid antrum a scourge.
Using an antiquated anthelmintic,
I attempt to attack their mound;
Their antennae ever attuned,
I swear I heard a faint battle cry Anthem,
Their sudden purge resembling an anthemion.
But this is not anthropophagy,
I anthropomorphize.
Their antics are merely an antevert.
Antibiosis in the form of a nasty sting;
Not unlike an Antiar dart.
And now I am in need of an antidote or antivenin:
An antalgic antiseptic or antibiotic
To neutralize this anticly growing antefix.
And not to make an anticlimactic mountain out of an anthill:
This. Is. War.
About the Creator
Packrat Poet
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. I am very passionate about nature and want to combine science and art to enhance environmental awareness.
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