WEE THREE illustration by Hazel Mitchell: "Lonely"

LONELY

A little brown ant came running by,

My reflection caught his shiny eye

A green leaf sat upon his back,

It looked as if he held a sack

I asked where he was racing to,

And what it was he had to do

All aquiver in his haste,

He ran on by, no time to waste.

A busy toad came hopping by

He stopped to snatch a butterfly

So content and happy he did seem,

As he stared at me with eyes a gleam

He would not say a word to me,

‘Though, I was nice as nice could be

For when I said “hello”, why then,

He just went hopping off again.