A Brave Story Of An Ant

I am dead and cold, 

I was never told

How it feels 

Like I feel now

It's a lot still

Than just a minute before

I have been obsequious

Than usual

Yes, I am not just an ant

When infant

I was taught

To work every instant

Feeding on leftovers

Ripping apart carcasses

I refused to become

A part of this massacre

One day helped

A wounded bird

That was already

One third

I started sewing them back

Healing one from the dead

With a needle and a thread

They gave me fruits to eat

And flew me through 

The mighty sky

I never knew that I would be able to fly

The fellow ants hated me

But saving lives was the fate I chose

Over most of them close

But unfortunately that came to an end

As a fierce mother

Did poke to choke my emulsified pretence

My absence wasn't felt

But a lot of them wept

As I slept going farther

The ant that saved birds

They flew in herds

As unheard I was

Looked through the icy box

My father felt proud at last

I wasn't an ant that 

Got lost in the crowd

But I made him proud

While gliding beyond the cloud