The Ant Lion

Crouched down in the hot dry sand

she held the twig lightly

and twirled it once, then twice

on the rim of the perfectly formed cone

waiting for the moment when the

spiny, cross ant lion would dart out for a meal.

His disappointment was only temporary

as with infinite patience he would settle back down

and wait for the next unsuspecting creature

to tumble inelegantly down into his lair.

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