The Tyger & The Mole

This poem is dedicated to Alana for helping out with the practice and it's based on a poem, a rather famous poem by William Blake called The Tiger, which starts tiger tiger burning bright in the forests of the night. But this one goes, tiger tiger what a sight! We'd hate to meet him late at night. Where'd you get those teeth and those claws and whoever sharpened up those jaws? And what about that dreadful roar so loud it makes our ears all sore? Between us there's an iron fence so he won't eat the audience. Tiger tiger what a fright! Our knees are weak, our face is white. It's really hard believing that after all he's just a cat. And the other one will be dedicated to my other helper and this one is called Mole. He burrows into Mother Earth for others leads the world to Rome. No place for him has greater worth than underground where he calls home. But there the sun will never rise. No rays is doorstep ever crossed. And he forgets the use of eyes. What do they do? He's at a loss. If he should take an eyesight test he'd squint but still the chart not see. Please read line one. He'd do his best and take a guess. Is that an E? What matter if his vision fails his eyes become an introvert. There's still the feel of scraping nails and the smell of new dug dirt. Below he's cool and it was summer heat and warm when winter freezes all. He tastes the worm his favorite meat. Has peace where others need a wall. Above they live to see the light. Deep underground he'll leave his mark. In tunnels where the squeeze is tight the mole will come to know the dark. Thank you.