Skirmish

It looked like the scene of an abandoned picnic.
The thieves had come in the night
Only to be discovered in the morning.

Thus began the battle--
And the enemy's reinforcements kept
coming and coming.

But in the end, I emerged victorious.
Plate of cookie crumbs in one hand--
And a living room that was, for now
Free of ants.

{Whenever I think of this poem, "The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny" song starts playing in my head.)