The Wolfhound and the Ant Author unknown |
This poem appeared in the Irish Wolfhound magazine, Issue 92, Spring/Summer 1997. |
An Irish wolfhound saw an ant A-crawling on the ground. She paused in sheer amazement at This tiny thing she'd found. She nuzzled at the pavement As the ant moved here and there, Her huge and hairy head immobile Eyes alert and everywhere. The ant was busy, to and fro It worked across the floor, Then stopped as if it somehow sensed The threat of clumsy paw. |
The wolfhound, thoughtful, licked her lips And moved a little nearer. That tiny fleck of creature knew The time had come to fear her. Yet, no! The wolfhound moved away, The massive head held high. The ant worked on, its reasons still Unknown to you or I. I'm sure if dogs could talk, she would Have pointed out to me, "There's room down there for him, if there Is room up here for me!" |