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!