three words that mingle in the life of an egret and a mole
their eyes meet in the nest of the bird
two for dinner
an understanding...a knowledge
between them
one to die so that one may live
the invitation confusing
for the mole
maybe it would be better
if he came back another time
he does not wish for a transition
into a meal
or a unity that makes him
a part of you
maybe a buffer
so that he
may continue to be
and you continue to be
just you
written for
Awww Poor Mole! But, it is nature and one must die so one can live, and we are no different at all.
ReplyDeleteLovely prose but, O, so sad for the mole.
thanks daydreamer...yes life must go on and sometimes it can be very cruel
DeleteI'm all for the buffer!
ReplyDeleteI think we all are...
DeleteHe had better make his mind up pretty quick but sadly that may not be enough.
ReplyDeleteyes I fear his invitation didn't include a round trip ticket.
DeleteI think I would like to come to dinner..it sounds like there is always a side helping of wisdom..and love..I enjoyed the trip..thank you..Jae
ReplyDeletethanks jae and be assured that Mr mole will not be on the plate.
DeleteClever, thoughtful and entertaining - thanks.
ReplyDeletevery high praise coming from a man with great intelligence... thanks
DeleteI fear
ReplyDeletethat Mr Mole
is destined
for the bowl
yes and not the Sugar or Rose bowl.
DeleteWhy, I wonder, does this excellent poem make me think of politicians, bankers & financiers (Egrets), with the rest of us playing our parts as the Mole. Thought provoking bit of work.
ReplyDeleteI think I could accept your interpretation...and unfortunately most of us are Moles
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