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Aunts
- lesalexa
- Dec 20, 2017
- 1 min read
There they are in the nursery
tending her young as their own
placing her eggs in waxy cradles
tucking them in for a nap.
Carefully they sweep debris
carry food for the stores
stand watch over their wards
ready in a chemical instant
to whisk the babies out the tunnels
to guarded ground, a new nest.
Don’t tell the aunts the truth about
the queen and destiny
about living in a world of castes
that the doyenne mates freely
and doesn’t have to share her food.
Let them believe, as good aunties do
in providence and family.
Sybilla
9/11/10