The Ant

I am alone in the room.
I cannot even hear voices,
People moving
Or cars passing.
The floor is bare and wooden.
There is a tablet
On the floor – a brown one.
I hardly noticed it at first,
But something draws me back.

Now I see what it is.
There is an ant on the tablet.
Just one ant on one tablet
On all that bare floor.
Where has it come from?
Where will it go?
All the time and unknown to me,
Things are happening.

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