He was there, we knew it, he knew it, but we'd never met
That pile, a frustrating mess, the only sign of life
An underground mansion, seemingly in the works
Non-stop building, burrowing, on his way to a successful conclusion

Mole, we would like to throttle you, although why, when this is your hill
All our work, destroyed simultaneously by your work
A battle, seemingly unwinnable, although, only time will tell
Right now, a no mans land of earthen mounds, our barrier

If only we could discuss this in person, you'd surely see our plight
Guns at the ready, scare tactics in place, what chance would you have?
Now, hidden well below all known negotiation
Trying hard to remain there and cause chaos, day after day

With all means of communication exhausted, we live only in hope
Praying one day to step outside into perfection
Hopeful that you will eventually end up in Australia, or the center of your earth
Our nemesis, our unplanned visitor and certainly not our friend

© Alan Zoltie October 11, 2010