The Ant Caller

About a cat I used to own.

Sitting on the kitchen sink.
Where it ought not to be.

Tufts all over, peering at the dripping
faucet.

The ants come pouring out of the
drain.
Crawling up to meet the ant caller.

Crawling out behind the orange
backboard.
Crawling out from under the toaster.
Scuttling under the microwave.

The ant caller sits with blue, jiggling
eyes.
Only noticing the dripping faucet.