Ants in your pants

Day 14

Ants in your pants

 

I speak to myself or so they tend to say
I say hello to the sun upon a sunny day
I sometimes argue with the sky
if it’s not blue. I ask it why?

I chatter to the bumblebees
and exchange with the trees
have a dialogue with the flowers
Hay. It just makes me sneeze.

I gossip to the clouds when they drift by
and watch their faces smile goodbye
I natter to the birds and wish them well
and swear at weeds when they excel

I curse at the nettles when they do sting
I shout at the winter when snow it brings
I sing to the beetles and hum to the ants
but howl when they scurry down my pants