Bad Animal Poetry: Mundane Moles

What a mole does beneath the ground is its own business. Even if it’s something you wouldn’t normally expect a mole could do. Like feed its goldfish, trim its whiskers, or know braille. These may seem ‘boring’ tasks to you, but they don’t have to be. Mundaneness is only a label to be put on something when the attempt at performing an action comes with a shallow purpose.
If there is any animal that can prove doing light jogging around 6 in the morning while listening to ‘NPR’ does not have to be mundane, it is the mole! So, let’s restructure what it means to be mundane, because moles sure make the impossible seem achievable!

Eastern Mole (Scalopus aquaticus)

_{By Kenneth Catania, Vanderbilt University, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=8923296}

A beautiful orb swims through the dirt,
Just another normal day of physical exercise,
Then it is time to eat worms and roots,
Every mole knows the ultimate prize,
It is to dig, make tunnel, and create societies.

But this Eastern Mole wants to break ties.
A mole with big imagination in a small town,
When breaking the mold they raise their brow,
A society covered in brown,
This mole wants to be a swimmer.

Digging can be more than it is on the surface,
It is a form of art,
Even if it makes no sense to wear a towel,
This Eastern Mole has heart,
Because this mole can churn dirt to soil.

Star-nosed Mole (Condylura cristata)

_{By US National Parks Service – http://www.nps.gov/acad/flow/pix/starnosedmole.jpg which was linked on http://www.nps.gov/acad/flow/mammals.html ; English WP: uploaded by en:User:Big iron, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=162454}

Behold a hero no one has ever seen,
The Star-Nosed Mole is here to save the day,
A mole with the power to detect seismic vibrations,
Evil tremors should pray,
Because the Star-Nosed Mole does not play around.

Its nose is a blessing,
A physical trait both symbolic and key,
It may cause people to scream,
However it also has caused glee,
If only it could visibly shine.

Not all heroes wear capes,
Sometimes they have a horrific nose,
So evildoers watch out,
Because this mole just got the hose,
Time to wash away your sins.

Townsend’s Mole (Scapanus townsendii)

_{By jkirkhart35 – https://www.flickr.com/photos/jkirkhart35/3666731429/, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12959007}

A ray of prosperous sunshine hath appeared,
Townsend’s Mole has arrived,
With a luxurious black coat,
Many felt revived,
To be thankful of Townsend’s Mole.

Nobody knows why they are thankful,
This mole is unknown to many,
Yet it is Townsend’s Mole,
It should be on the penny,
Our physical currency is a disgrace.

We honor those who we forget,
Or did we ever remember,
Just look how cute this mole is,
It is already September,
Yet I still pine for Townsend’s Mole to return.