Semi - Vole

They appeared slowly Like stars one by one Vole holes Holes from voles Not a rat, nor mouse, nor mole But a vole Tracks from one hole to another Blades of grass flattened by tiny feet In the dead of night In the light hours, they huddle In dark underground tunnels Dreaming vole dreams Out of sight by the watchful attention Of hawks, owls, and perturbed humans Their doings impart a rather swiss cheese look to the lawn I shrug In thirty years here of fighting natures ways I put them in the category of dandelions Conceding defeat For I know this equivalent of wild hamsters Will party themselves out of existence on the bottom of the food chain leaving a lot of fat owls and smiling cats Then life will go on Leaving a multitude of empty holes In my lawn.