A Clumsy Spade Poem by john (called jack) wren

Where are you sweet little vole
in some secluded hideaway
safe from the thrusting spade
that left your nest in disarray
fear no more the clumsy hand
now subdued and tame
lacking any form of life, it hangs
writhed in sorrow and shame
the Sun that shone a moment by
is wrapped in a cloud and weeping
as one wee soul in silence lays
at rest in her Maker's keeping
where are you sweet little vole
safe in your new home at last?
someplace away from a clumsy
spade and the chill evening blast