23/365 Muriel
Muriel’s four daughters produced a swarm of grandchildren. She fussed over those babies until some grew wings. Then she couldn’t stand flaws so like her own constantly flying in her face. She swatted them away. A happier queen she’d be - surrounded by attentive drones.
posted by - Christine at 10:42 AM
2 Comments:
Such a perfect, poetic, psychological profile, I'm afraid to open my mouth with a comment.
Well done! Spoken like a true ant. :-)
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