An ant climbed to my right thigh
While on bath.
Plumped in the bubbles of bathing herbs,
Out of the green patches of hibiscus shampoo,
Shaking antennas, it clinked onto my legs in vain.
Green residue and white dusts of my
Natural invigoration twirled into the drain.
The bath water whizzed under it
As a threatening whirlpool.
I tossed the black creeper down with
A mug of cold water.
It slided on the tiled floor in frantic search
For my legs.
I shook my drying hair at the little fighter,
In assurance of a soon dried up floor.
I walked out of the bathroom
All freshened and new when,
The ant waved its antennas at me,
Like the last survivor of Titanic.
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