a treeing

We too are treed. And us, 
as well. Albeit 'poorly' works as well
as well, for this context. We find 
we've gone a-treeing, further up 
in mind we've climbed than e'er before.

To e'er in such resplendent climes
is natural, and blest. I bless it,  
anyhow. Now we 

look down, 

from separate perches high 
on high - to find the ants 
look just like people, there! Let's see
them scurry out in rows to sigh,
rehearsing themes
that never play.

So down on ground,
not looking up, just feeler-forward
after trace, they hie

themselves towards something
once laid down. 

Perchance to sup.
Hey, s'up! Yo ants! Howcome
you're all so clear from here? Oh 

we've just stooped 
to genuflect. I guess the climb 

was yet to be. 

I reckon we will rise to it. 
But sometimes earth is oh 
so free! And lying down 

makes truest fit.