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  • Gordon L. Magill

O Mole



the cat left you on the walk

not a wound or drop of scarlet on your soft gray suit of fur

O mole

as if you’d emerged into the light, swooned at the sun’s intensity

and died


why did you leave your kingdom of the underworld,

O mole

with its damp cool tunnels in soft earth teeming with worms, beetles,

opulent grubs and nematodes?


did you search for love or death? what restless yearning led you

to the world above?

did your little heart, O mole

long for an amorous encounter with another blind and solitary soul?


planting you back into the soil, trowel in hand I think

no more traps or poison for you and your kind,

O mole,

be overlord of your dark kingdom ― till my land with burrows and passages


reign long in your elegant glossy robes

let no cats, owls, hawks your joy disturb

I’ll listen with ear to grass

to hear your scuffled digging as you pass

O mole



© GL Magill 2021


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