To Catch a Mole
She sits by the mound and waits
intently, quietly and nothing
ever happens while I am looking.
It's amazing to me
that moles can be caught.
This creature that I have never
glimpsed in action
I find lying, bought,
at the bottom of our porch steps:
A gift, or something like that,
from an incredibly patient cat.
What wild things might I catch,
if I could focus like that?
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