Ants and Spiders​
by Cheryl Sandberg​
Behind the bush upon the mound​
ants are moving with no sound.​
Leaves are passed along the chain,​
ants as one, a single brain.​
Strands of silver make a net,​
unseen web, a silent threat.​
Fly is caught it's far too late​
spider comes to seal his fate.​
Ants march on to feed the queen​
deep below she is unseen.​
Workers feed the silent drones​
in their capsule breeding zones.​
Spider shoots its web to reach​
across the ever widening breach.​
Swinging on a single thread​
beyond the gap the web is spread.​