by Angela Prew
It is the bees annual arrival;
they cluster under the stoep light
The ants feast on the bees all night.
This morning I take the long feather duster
sweep dead bees, satiated ants
from the wall.
Now the wall is cream again,
the tiles swept clean
but I think, too late,
without my interference
the ants would have fed and gone
leaving the wall clean, bee-free.