View From My Window

Ants

The stars, they shine like hives in winter.
Ants, red and angry, march up an anthill and
spit their treasures into the hole.

Drops of water hit the
bottom of the anthill like a drop of rain water in a well,
knocking down a house of cards. I open my eyes
and spit the rain water down into the hole,
look! The ants can float.

The ants were playing blackjack before I came,
but where were
they when it began to rain?