Natures perfection. Follow up poem - In Memory of Mole.
Posted on Oct 16th, 2007
by
Zephyr
In Memory of Mole.
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Considering where he's been
mole is quite sleek and clean.
Nose sharp, an arrow head
with a keen sense of smell
guides him through the dark..
His token eyes are pinheads
in dense fur, so 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.

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May Holy Moley's eternal existence be graced by a mole-titude of blessings!!! All my love, Rosy :-)
Oh Rosy, blessings to you too. Love your ense of humour. Hugs.