A sense of accomplishment

There she stood at the bus stand-
Watching as her watch struck 11,
All by herself on a deserted street,
Surrounded by streaks of the dark.

She heard the wind howl,
She heard a leaf rustle,
She heard a fly buzzing,
She felt the chills down her spine.

There he sat with his homework,
Bored out of his mind-
Staring at the blank page,
Drifting into worlds unknown.

He pulled himself back to reality,
Only to see a huge ant on his page,
Enraged by its presence on the neat page,
Empowered by the control he had on it.

He placed his pencil in its way,
Blocking its determined path;
He felt a surge of power,
Power over a minute hapless ant.

He sprinkled a drop of water on it,
Watching it shiver and shudder,
Elated at its suffering,
Glorified by its trepidation.

He poked it with the pencil tip,
And then crushed it with the bottom,
Feeling a sense of accomplishment,
Feeling so strong and mighty.

There she stood at the bus stand-
Scared of the eyes that peered at her,
Scared of the hungry eyes lurking in the dark,
Reduced to a minute hapless ant.