The Mole in Home Territory by Coll B. Lue
The Mole in Home Territory
From that cubby hole he got cushiony comforts
wooden flooring didn’t come smooth
nor the openness of others
In his mind he figured out his place
not a carpenter in sight just him
and his natural tools
He liked his spot where he saw
everything and surmised at nothing
he knew his position and his home truths
He didn’t have to sit to ponder over
anything much, except his next meal
small but plentiful for him to last until noon
He watched and waited
standing in the daylight mixing
pleasure and work until he sighted a biggun
©Coll B. Lue
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