Ain't It

There is an ant. You may hesitate, at first, not to crush it. You hold the ultimate decision of what its fate really is. But there is an ant. And you do not crush it.

There is an ant, and you follow it, instead. You look closely. This ant is not moving. Is it dead? The ant is watching others move and you know there is something wrong with it.

The ant is on its home. Next to its food and family. Next to its shelter. You have decided that the ant is fine, or at the very least, the ant is only an ant. What does it have to worry about?

The ant is there the next morning. It's not dead, but there is something wrong with it.

You shouldn't be able to pick out one ant from a thousand. But there the ant is. The same. The antennae wiggle very slowly.

The ant is not there the next day.