He got the chip off his
shoulder ages ago,
imagined his walk to have
a skip in it and with song
in his heart, knew nothing would
cast a shadow of gloom on
his agenda, mission called
Life and Living.

Saw fortunes fly quick away,
scuffle of stumbling feet
creped and wrapped him
in a tangle mess,
tripping over and falling down,
hard, ever so hard
to the dirty ground,
scraping his shin, bruising his
knee, sitting in a bloodies mess,
cries filtering and spreading
throughout the air,
looking back through
overly animated tears
at the source of his fall -
  a solitary ant.

"How could you?!" he spat.
"How could you walk in
front of me like that and trip
me up?! I didn't even see you!"

The ant looked flabbergasted.
"I would think, dear sir,
that you would resort, without
knowledge, I already know,
to squash me dead instead
of allowing a small, insignificant
problem like me to trip
you up so easily."