A bit of evening rain,
and the qu.ants are out in force.
Born in wet darkness
and constantly seeking light,
their life is but a one-night stand.
But boy! Do they live it up!
Waking up in the morn
i switch on the light to brush my teeth.
Thirty seconds is all it takes
for the qu.ants to invade.
Quants in my nose, quants in my hair.
I switch off the light and wait in darkness.
On the road, qu.ants are everywhere.
Qu.ants on the earth, qu.ants in the air.
Flying qu.ants, fallen qu.ants
Qu.ants creeping in the mud to die.
A qu.ant flies right at my eyes,
I jump up and twist my neck.
What the quants eat is unclear
But they are food for creatures large and small
The qu.ants are micro air vehicles,
flapping their four wings but not getting anywhere,
They are easy pickings for crows
that zoom overhead and gobble them midflight.
Plain ants dismember the fallen qu.ants. Methodically.
Monkeys are reluctant qu.ant eaters
But in these dark days, anything will do. Thank you!
Black beetles with white spots join the party too.
A solitary cat watches the qu.ants fascinated
On the road, an engorged lizard lies dead.
In the department,
almond shaped qu.ant wings
fill the corridors and stairwells.
The crows carry on the party indoors
as the sweepers swear and curse
They have to clean this mess.
In my house, i gingerly sit.
The qu.ants are in my mouth
trying to get to the brain.
I dance, fidget but finally
abndon myself and become still.
Thankful that they don't sting, bite or stink.
- Ranga Kidambi
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