Be Gone

That I don’t laugh,
today the ants made a path
straight to the cat’s food,
wanting to find eats for their brood
they are busy carrying forth and back.
With my foot I them want to smack.
The cat won’t want to go near its bowl,
making a face so droll,
at the ants marching all over the pace.
Just don’t come near my face,
the angry cat does growl,
letting out a terrible howl.
The ants don’t seem to bother,
simply huddling near each other.
Finally, I take one big swipe
with a strong antiseptic wipe.
A bone I have with them to pick:
I want them gone real quick.
Go home you little pest!