elegant in spotted earrings and necklaces of blood ruby but with shoes unprotective of toes

nibbled by voles who tunneled along down the hedgerow like underground trams

and hundreds of myriad colored lilies were lost and

too late, the smoke bomb put in one hole, rose grey from one hole after another down the lenth of the row while I with a shovel and dirt tried to keep up and all the while

the voles, biting bulbs as if they were apples, watched in amazement and laughed from a safe distance away