Excavation


         Walking across a field I

     stumbled on an empty hole,

     a fresh earth mound beside,

      with visibly active worms.


      It could hardly have been

       for a gate post, fence or

      tree, a bit larger than that,

      no sign of a pick or *****.


          There was absolutely

     nothing but a handkerchief,

    ah: I recall hearing only days

  ago that Al Zheimer’s dog died.