I was laying there
on the ground
surrounded by cherry blossoms.

Danielle says that there's an ant
walking towards me
that had come from her tree.

I sit up
frantically
looking for that ant.

I find the ant.
I glare at it for a fraction of a second.
Rage burns in my eyes.

I grab a stick.
And I stab at it.
And I miss.

Danielle says, "Don't kill it!"
so I just stab at the ground
and fling it a few yards away.

The ant is spared.
But only because Danielle asked me to stop.
And I shrug off the attack.

Hours later, I think to myself, "What happened there?"
"What did the ant ever do to me?"
Why was my first reaction violent rage intent on killing it?

Is there something wrong with this picture?
Is there something wrong
with me?