Blinded by the sun's relentless fire, I burrowed neath the surface of our tight nest
To dim the fearsome light but soon was lost inside its complex twists and turns;
Examining the leaves and dirt and sticks and all the rest
That we had used to form and fix the place for which we yearned,
I came to wonder if the lovely shade within that hole
Concealed a danger that could threaten future days.
Desperately I probed and searched, like any frightened mole
Who fears the world's traps and its often evil ways;
The more I looked the more I felt the need to know for sure
The risks we took by choosing to make a life together,
The chance that, as we relaxed, we could then be lured
Out to scamper blindly into chilling, deadly weather.
Now I know the world was safe for us to love and live,
But you have fallen from our nest, which my searching made a sieve.