Destined
A wood ant
On my windshield
At 50 miles
An hour
I wonder
How long he held on
When he left
Where he landed
And if
I’m still holding on
Or have I already
Been
Brushed off
By a breeze
Or a low tree limb
Did we end up
In a destined place
Or sadly
Seperated
From where
We should have
Lived
-me
sometimesihatemycat 