“I am afraid,”
said the paper mole.
When she was originally drawn,
these behaviors and this life,
were seen as something to hide.
they were to be squashed out.
The paper mole,
raised her pup like any normal pup;
with a good douse of tunneling
and grub eating.
But the pup,
still found a way
into a subterranean cave
filled with millions of crystal sparkles
and began to games-keep.
The pup felt compelled,
to care for and tend to her crystal garden.
The paper mole looked on with despair
and decided something must be done.
She told her pup that it is okay,
that she has this obsession,
but other moles must not know.
Yet the pup wants to meet
She wants to trade trade secrets,
visit other gardens
and debate grooming methods.
So unbeknownst to the paper mole,
she begins to search for other crystal-gardeners
and finds a plethora.
She tells the paper mole,
that she is wrong about her passion.
Crystal-gardening is quite accepted in this day and age!
Hiding her true self is no longer as necessary
as it would have been in the paper-mole’s time.
But the paper mole must still disagree,
there are still many moles
that were drawn during or before
her time and they have not changed.
Their lack of death means their influence
still have effect on the masses.
The pup has only
found a miniscule niche
in a big wide world.