Photographing that creature was not an easy task as I was continously loosing focus because of the wind. I was working as hard as the ant itself, trying to lock focus upon this tiny thing.
I venture out to photograph new creatures but finally land up with these "plenty of" black ants, they are swarming around this place, evry tree, plant and evry branch!!
Busy black stingy ants moving in and out of the roots of a mango tree.
If I were a little black ant
I wonder what I'd say
To all of my ant buddies
Who work so hard all day.
"Stop!" I'd yell, in ant talk.
"Let's rest upon this leaf.
Or swing upon this spider's web
He won't mind, if we are brief."
I know the ants would tell me
The secret of their strength;
How they move those boulders
And trees, three times their length.
Down their hole we'd slide
Into their hidden spaces.
We'd talk and eat and crawl around,
Exploring strange new places.
Then home with me they'd come
And play with all my toys.
We'd colonize my room.
We wouldn't make much noise.
I think the ants would want to,
But couldn't really stay,
'Cause they wouldn't like the smell.
The bug man sprayed today!