The Mole and the Vole
The mole and the vole, went out for a stroll
For the moon was all shiny and bright.
Happily chatting, unaware of the flapping
As the incredulous owl now took flight.
Too late they saw the oncoming claw
So enraptured they were by the moon,
The mole and the vole, poor little souls.
Their demise, it came all too soon.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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