Today’s prompt: to write about a place inhabited exclusively by non-human creatures, using some slant rhyme.

We do these things together.  Legs rub.

Shield percusses.  We live and die as one. 

Your life doesn’t matter.  Nor does mine. 

What we do is for the nest.  Follow me.

Abdomen chirps. Do as I do.  Feed the queen. 

Feed the collective. We find the fallen on sand. 

Too hot to be still.  Feet on sizzling stone.

Keep moving or perish.  Bring the flesh of the weak. 

Feed the colony.  Sounds of work all around us.

Limbs scratch, mandibles crunch.  We do these

things together.  Remember your place in the

structure. Carry the injured and leave the dead.

Our bodies scream of danger.  Your life doesn’t

matter.  The sound of a million feet on sand.

Feed the queen.  Feed the collective.

We will never die while the colony lives.