National Poetry Month Day 3: The Cookie

The ant is hungry
and lost
and taking a look
We crossed
paths en route to
The Cookie
I blew polite
discouragement breezes
It freezes in
someone else's tracks
Ensures its footing
Recalibrates
Cracks
from hesitation to full stride
Onward to where
The Cookie used to reside
I blow again,
a little harder it stops
Ensures its footing
Recalibrates
Continues from
Where the crumbs once stood
Recorded their echoes
As a prophet would
Their solemn thunderous tragic descent
He'll petition every baker
In order to prevent