#222 Den of the Mole Men

I dreamt of earthquakes last night

And when I awoke

I had quite a fright

All around was dim and grey

Out on my front porch I went

Looking around for clues

As to what had happened

When I spied two crews

They were working together

To patch the large hole

That apparently my house had made

As it crashed down through the coal

I was underground

That much was plain

Though how deep

There was no telling

I called over one of the workers

Hoping he could explain

As he waddled over

I was pretty shocked

For he was more mole than man

And that was just for a start

On his head he wore a yellow work hat

His face, was really mole-like I swear

Squinty eyes, grey complexion

A long nose with little pink tendrils on the end

For the rest, I cannot say

For he was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt of chambray

We conversed for a bit

He explained what had happened

They’d been doing some ‘altitude digging”

And my house has fallen through the weakened ground

He was very sorry

But no good solution was to be found

The house, could not go back up

And now that I’d seen them

Neither could I

Which was pretty brutal

I won’t lie

Thinking I could always get away later

I asked what was to be done with me

Since I was staying

Were they planning on eating me?

I asked, with no small amount of praying

He laughed a little mole man laugh

And told me not to worry

They never ate meat

Rather, some kind of a vegetable slurry

Going on

He told me of others

Who had been here awhile

They were only a few days away

By way of their tunnels

And were set up in style

I’d be allowed to pack up my favorite things

To be sent along with me
Which did pique my interest
Not so much my stuff

But the nature of my future company

I picked out some clothes

And some snacks for the road

With my mole man accompanying

We set off with my load

I wondered who else was here

Would they be kind?

What was in store?

Not knowing what I might find

I looked at the mole man and smiled

He looked back and sneezed

I took that as a good sign

So I whistled a tune

As we marched off into the dark