Mole

POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 3, 2013

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Mole

Considering where he’s been
mole is quite sleek and clean.
Nose sharp, an arrow head’
his a keen sense of smell

guides him through the dark.
Moles eyes like pinheads
his dense fur, soft, so brown
it’s almost black. His pink
 
hands, are scoop shape, five
long white claws, to scrape
and toil, tunnel through soil
in search of worms, he churns
 
it to a fine tilth. The mole
is muscular and fat, he must
have eaten many juicy worms
before he ran into our cat.

 

 

 

Gael Bage

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