Lament

Mind stripped of reason
Leaving Heart to find her way
Through murmured prayer

The Coming Out

Each year 'round the very same hour
they grace my home with dainty power
and march along, strong as a tower,
looking for some food.

One by one they follow each other
orders given by Queen to all brothers
working hard to have their druthers
they pillage then move on.

A few drops of maple syrup left
they gather around and exert their deft
a sugary trail of tree sap theft
my counter now a mess.

Their pilgrimage is far from over
each surface of this place they'll cover
with raid can in my hand i'll hover
till arthropods are gone!