Organized ants

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 4 May 2024

At first glance it is not
more than the corpse of a bull,
a few meters closer
a reconnaissance platoon,
organized ants that will carry
the trophy of death,
The sun polishes it like a new car.
I get close
nosily
I rescue him from his destiny as an anthill chicken.
At first glance it was nothing more than a little bull,
close to the eye one sees what it is:
a synthesis
of the Big Bang, a summary of time.

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