you can barely
their
soft
bodies
and arrowed
paws
digging,
these moles
with black
buttoned eyes,
like thieves
in dirt
burrowing
towards
sweet roots
to eat, while
behind
your locked
door
you dream,
you believe
that you've done
everything
you could
to make your
world a safer
place, untouched
by the gnawing
of the world
outside.
so you sleep.
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