Feeding the moles
burrowing beneath
they peek out
slowly then faster
they climb
spotting the flower in the grass
dripping of its red liquid
they feed
nibbling to the rhythmic beat
following that melody
not daring to eat too much
in fear of killing it
because killing it would the mole
lonely and unfilled
on a forever search
for a delicious heart
that could take decades
leaving it to grumble
and go belly up upon its mole hill.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
A delicious heart.
Temperamentally Tina 