Moles dig up,
Moles dig down,
Moles dig round and round and round--
In all the world
No diggers are better than moles.
from Song of the Dig-dig Clan
They fill the yard, snake through the grass,
They leave ridged dirt wherever they go.
I step on the tunnels where all of them pass
smoosh each individual row.
I’ll never catch up because they never stop—
it’s deep in their bones and their blood.
They dig through a drought never breaking the top,
rise up for surviving a flood.
Moles can survive where I never could,
feeding on earthworms and grubs.
I’d just let them be, but I know if I should,
the grass would be nothing but stubs.
So we balance our lives, one ‘gainst the others—
me stomping efforts of my furry brothers.
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