A Confession Lost One Ant

Confession Of Two, Ants It looks down, upon it's self wondering how it came too be, that she fav ed it tied and bound, on the other pebbles this ant now carries it. It is safe to assume Regina, has the eat on the pigeons that carried it here, to you? What happened to the whole hog? It sees now the parts, some cast in it, it's other play. That one hand bone still plays a jaded tune, it's heard upstaged by her, it's you. Green are the lollies, it is carried over once again. The ride is tiring, pins lay scattered, hers, it's sun beats in side the light, that is it's heart. Pitied it is now the found, upon it's back, as it is carried to behold. Dumped fast, unceremoniously, up from the sand a king of lions, leaves it there and whisks the ant away. Heavenly are it's as it spins inside it's noodle. The other ant is still, and sipped away.