I positioned a bench in a nice shady spot.
And it really looked perfect, believe it or not.
It happened a couple of mornings ago
That something strange happened. I think you should know.
I sat with my coffee at quarter to nine,
When a hump in the ground started forming a line.
And then, to my great fascination, I found
That it came to a stop, and was forming a mound.
A mini eruption took place at my feet,
And I couldn’t stop watching. Glued firm to my seat,
I waited for what might come up from the hole.
And yes, I was right. For I spotted a mole!
He heaved himself up through the fine, dusty loam,
Then quickly retreated back down to his home.
Could it have been me that had given him fright?
I guess, for a mole, I was not a great sight.
Today I came out for an afternoon sit
And, for mole adventures, I thought that was it,
Until I sat down on the bench, soon to find
That it sank in the soil. I was well undermined.
©Ruth Twyman Lockyer August 2013