Eight-line Poems

Mole

Mole

Mole hunter she was, our Staffie*
brindled, broad and beautiful,
digging at the molehill,
nose down, forelegs scrabbling.
She never caught a thing,
but one day a man came up,
mole in hand, charcoal dark,
we stroked its silken fur.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 11.02.21
Prompt: Write a poem about your childhood, either a single event or a general observation.
* Staffie - Abbreviation for Staffordshire Bull Terrier.