Blind little creatures stalk me from below
munching the roots of my plants as they burrow
sucking the life out of them to enrich their own.
It’s nature’s way but I don’t have to like it
We spent hundreds of hours creating our gardens
to be items of beauty for us
not lunch for the tunnel digging rats.
How do they know where they are?
Can they smell? They have no eyes
Or is it random. Random destruction reaped on my garden
Like a meteor shower from the heavens
but this is a vole shower from the inner earth.
I’ll get ’em.
I have the internet and they don’t.
So far they are winning but I’m patient.
I live a lot longer than they do
So I’m told.