The YellowRed Ant
three mornings ago, i was proning beneath this enormous buttress root, hands clasped tight on my Section Automatic Weapon, eyes desparately fighting against gravity and along came this little yellowred ant. it was made up of three pointy segments, much like a lego piece. its pincers were hanging precariously from its little head, and if one were to peer closely, its last segment had a little yellow bob.
funny the things i do, to keep myself awake in the middle of a dawn ambush exercise. this little yellowred ant had a lump of sugar on its back, and you could see its 6 weeny legs spread eagled due to the immense weight. it was possibly, or rather probably heading back towards its nest but the interesting thing was, it kept stopping at strange sites, pincers bent towards the strangest of creatures.
first, it was that enormous spider (and by enormous in tekong terms, it was the size of two palms locked together, my palms that is). a great web, which even i must admit is a great marvel, crisps of the morning dew still hanging from it. that yellowred ant, stopped short at that magnificent web beneath that leaf litter it was prodding on, as if it were savouring its simple beauty. but alas, it had never gotten close enough to it to appreciate its beautiful simplicity. lucky was that little yellowred ant to had been enchanted by the beauty for a while not too long.
just two metres away, there was this humongous termite nest. the morning mist must have had that termite queen out for a breath of morningness (another thing i had learnt from the army, is that you never truly get to appreciate a dawn until you see the birth of your shadow, or a dusk till you see your shadow fade with an aged horizon). this termite queen was fair and snowy, and its every step was thrusted with confidence, seeming to excel in everything it did. and so that ant stared, and embraced the queen's aura, but respect it showered lest love.
snapped from a reverie, that little yellowred ant finally made its way to its nest. and there i realised the purpose of that great weight on its back, for it hurled down that lump of sugar onto a similar but tiny yellowred ant, perhaps half its size but extremely active for any creature in the whisk of a morning hour. it scuttled all over, and i would bet my last dollar if i had dared to place it inside my ear i could hear an incessant musical screech.
that yellowred ant twitched its pincers, and scrambled back into the nest for what could possibly be a long day ahead, and it never looked back.
the voices in my head-
the voices in my head-
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