Mole (Never Seeing the Light of the Sun)
Blind eyes,
hands search for purchase
on a slippery slope.
Body heaving,
it is pulled up from the murky depths.
The creature shrinks
from the warmth of the sun,
Heavy chains clink,
links swinging
as it moves.
Shuffling slowly,
head down
to avoid an unwelcome foe.
Never seeing the light of the sun,
this creature of the night
slowly withers away
in its harsh glare.
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