Poetry is like little flakes of sugar Inadvertently spilt amidst the rush No visible sign of loss right away Yet give it a night and surprise surprise There's a beeline of ants incoming Too late to reclaim any of yours now You'll be bitten to swollen blush For, now it's their feast to devour You're just an author who moves on Ant bites - 'Ownership of literature' #NaPoWriMo
