I am the Mole.

Not easy to know.

Wherever I go

I travel by hole.

 

My hill-making hand

Is the best of me.

As a seal under sea

I swim under land.

 

My nose hunts bright

As a beam of light.

With the prick of a pin

My eyes were put in.

 

Your Telly’s there.

You feast as you stare.

Worms are my diet.

In dark and in quiet

 

I don’t eat alone.

At my table sit

Centurion

And Ancient Brit.

 

 

from the collection ‘The Cat and the Cuckoo’