A zigzag line moving slow but steady
straight to my kitchen shelf
heading to the bottles of sweets
Ants, irritating and infinite.
Creepy things found my well hidden munchies
Brushed away, splashed lotions
Fired, vacuum cleaned.
A week passed, but that zigzag line continued
I was exhausted but they never perished
My eyes were moistened
I will put your share aside
For you shared that wisdom of life
And touched my soul within.