I saw the mole and the hole he burrowed
In my perfect lawn.
When I saw that hole,
My brow furrowed.
I will set a trap to catch that mole
Before he bores another hole
In my now imperfect lawn.
(Exactly 40 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “furrowed” in exactly 40 words.
He is an awfully cute looking fellow, that is if he is a guy.
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How can you tell a mole’s gender?
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The female mole knows how to cook otherwise they would never get married.
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Makes perfect sense!
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Hubby would relate to this, being a qualified mole catcher!
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Namaste 🙂
Good humour and wit together with an endearing photograph: what more could one ask for in a poem?
Namaste 🙂
DN
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Thank you!
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Most welcome 🙂 Thank you for the smile your poem left me.
Namaste 🙂
DN
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Wow. I had never seen a mole. Not a pretty fellow.
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It’s a good thing they’re small little critters.
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The Animal Olympics, a triumphant story.
Please sir, do not set a trap for poor little mole,
Not furrowed, surely just a small hole.
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For digging a hole is not really sinning.
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The mole is adorable.
Though I am sorry about your garden.
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Quite the claws on that thing. Good poem!
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Well, they’re dirt movers. They need those claws to burrow under the ground.
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