by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021
What is this thing?
Dirty brown and blunt clawed,
Stubby nosed and pink pawed,
Velvet fur,
Winking eyes,
I must surmise,
‘Tis a mole,
At the surface and unsure,
Of where to go.
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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