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Mole.

Water_witch-2by Abigael21 Oct 2013

Considering where he's been
mole is quite sleek and clean.
Nose sharp, an arrow head'
his keen sense of smell

guides him through the dark.
Moles token eyes are pinheads
his dense fur, so soft, so brown
is almost black. His pink

hands, are scoop shape, five
long white claws, to scrape
and toil, tunnel through soil
in search of worms, he churns

it to a fine tilth. The mole
is muscular and fat, he must
have eaten many juicy worms
before he ran into our cat.