Antsy

An ant was dragging an insect, 
At least 3 times its size.
Though desiccated, still it seemed
Like quite a lucky prize.

I watched its steady progress -
It would heave a bit and stop,
Hurry forth without its burden, 
Double back where it did drop.

Other ants passed by, ignoring
All the effort being made,
On their journeys through the grass
As part of some unknown crusade.

Just like humans, who don’t notice
Someone doing all the work 
While they play at being busy
Since it’s easier to shirk.