August 18, 2007

“Oh dear, oh dear” said Zeek, while going here and there quickly. “I better find some food soon or the others are going to kill me.” Zeek was that kind of an ant which always submitted his work late. Every ant in the colony had to bring food each day, whether it was big or small for the queen. The ones which did not obey such orders were severely punished by the bigger ants.

The day was closing in as the sun was setting and the darkness had started to spread. Afraid of what would happen if he went back empty handed Zeek continued his search. If we look back in time it really wasn’t Zeek’s fault that he was always late, for the other ants always had their mother and father to help them look for food while in comparison Zeek was alone as he had lost his parents at a very early age. They both were killed; killed by one life form that is a serious threat to every living organism — “human beings”.

Whether it be a child or a grown-up they always had the pleasure of torturing these little things to death. But amongst them were also some humans who were kind and tried as much as they could not to harm anyone. But Zeek didn’t care if they were kind or not he always had hated them and had hoped that someday he would take his parents’ revenge.

“Yes, yes, yes,” shouted Zeek with excitement and joy for at last he had spotted food. While proceeding towards the food Zeek felt something stopping his way, but thinking that it was probably nothing kept on walking quickly as it was already dark.

Again after some time he felt the same thing, but now it was for real. His enemy was in front of him but at the wrong time. Zeek was afraid of what would happen to him because he was exhausted and his limbs did not have any power left to run or walk because of walking all day.

Zeek tried to run but fell to the ground. He felt his heart beat faster than ever, he was breathing loudly and he could see his life ending in front of his very eyes. In a moment or two the enemy raised its left foot and crushed the little ant to death. The same enemy which had killed his parents had killed him too.

Time had betrayed the little ant
As he lay down dead on the ground
Not a creature to be seen
Not even a single sound.