Fascination object poem

Ant

The small black dot crawling across my wooden floor
That makes my daughter scream or squeal,
Depending on her mood.

The natural acrobat who moves quickly across a green wall
To get that crumb on the counter, or the long leaf in the potted plant
Moving quickly and gracefully.

Caught in the urgency of my day, you manage to land on me
When I am typing or slicing a peach, I take notice
And find you roaming my arm, slightly confused.

When I see you outside, working methodically
I move in closer and see the single grain of sand on your back
I watch, your consistent pace hypnotizing me

Till you disappear,

      into
          the earth
                  below.