Scudding clouds cross
wide skies
As the cloying mud
tugs the footsore
Workers who’s munching
and cudding
Produces the paleness
that the clouds
Cast upon the sky with
darker shadows.
Fielding the gathering
Swallows who feast
upon
The flies that garner
the bovine waste
That blends in the mud
and oozes the
Life out of wet
pasture.
Shrew-like shrew sleek
creatures
Tunnel through grass
funnelling
Seek still smaller
creatures
Keeping hidden but
all-seeing through their
Whiskers as they feel
for their prey
This way and that
twisting
To reach for a tiny
morsel
Always hungry, never
seeing the sky.
Beneath the breathing
earth
Black velvet scurries
and twists
Avidly devouring cast
off worms
Blindly following
tunnels of earthen
Mould to uncover
untold harvest
Hillocky evidence
foretells their presence
The non-seeing unseen
earthbound mole.
Dave Urmston 2012 c
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