A charming state of readiness

Small ants,

Average ants,

Taking their time at life,

Deprived of any passions

Or ambitions,

Silently striding the floor

In pompous show.

Cautiously sniffing the caramel

On my skin,

Able at fighting their craving

For sugar,

Eluding the imminent crush-

Round, inquisitive eyes 

Raise the veil of the day-

What am I to them?