I mean, really.
Think about it –
Do you know ANYone strolling down the street,
Probably coming home from school or something,
Who randomly sees an ant hill,
Gasps,
Then proclaims,
“BY BEARD OF ZEUS, I AM STRUCK WITH INSPIRATION!
THIS NOBLE BEAUTY SHALL BE REVERED HENCEFORTH THROUGH THE MAJESTY OF VERSE!
HOMER, VIRGIL, CATULLUS,
YOU SHALL BE CHANNELED WHILST I TOIL AWAY AT MY OWN LITERARY MASTERPIECE.”

…so who would be crazy enough to write a whole poem about ant hills?
I have an answer, my friends:
Nobody.

The poem would just sit, lifeless at first,
not doing anything,
just… there.
Nobody would notice it right away.

But after time, someone would see it –
Someone (or something) would see its value.
They’d see it, walk on it, and live in it –
Because they love it so much.

…And THEY would like an apology for the footprints you left on THEIR house and killing a few of THEIR relatives.