a life, a sneeze

i spied upon their world
an observer of the delicacies of life
known to them as simply
"the head"
i watched as they struggled
as their life became routine
they were the working type you see
never stopping to smell the roses
always a task to perform
savages!
they too were savages
savages i say!
always stealing the crumbs of others
and hauling them overhead back into their little holes
but to me
an observer
it was fascinating
and they stayed in their own little world
hibernating from anything offensive
anything troubling
only emerging occasionally to nab a morsel
dropped by another
they were so deliberate
until "the head" got a nostril tickle
and sneezed their whole world away