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A creative story in a poetry form. A different way to narrate an ant's story of survival |
The ant climbed up and up Till it could climb up no more As a slippery surface lay ahead of him Making him the hearty meal of the spider below The ant could see the spider below Slowly crawling up the pole With an evil looking grin on his face Assuring the ant upon his fate But to the spider's despair The ant had challenged fate As he set foot on the slippery surface Making the top his aim But the spider too was clever As he spun web around his feet Making them sticky enough So as to cross the slippery surface And get to his meat The slippery surface now behind him Slowly advancing towards the ant While the ant just stood there With his eyes closed and hands clapped While the ant said,"What did I do to have this day fall upon me?” The spider soon reached the top and raised his hand to kill To make a hearty meal of the ant And eat till his stomach was filled But a strong wind blew aloft That blew the spider off the pole And plummet down upon the thorn with a big hole in his soul But a miracle as such had happened As the ant was still safe He stood there in awe Thinking how he would relate this to his friend Dave Slowly he climbed down the pole Full of bonhomie and joy Realizing from within in his mind and heart That he was surely a lucky boy For he knew that God helps those Who are pure from the heart And holy from the soul |