little ant woke up, his antennae leery of the cascading dusty cliffs

antie ant strolled near, skating on dirty turfs of pecan and vanilla

“how fast you glide, how smooth you hasten!” younger ant wispily admired

antie ant felt her cold blood glow, warming from an inside shine

then off they both veered

eager for their next stage:  a maple flower shaded in caramel gray sky

what do you see or imagine?