O dearest mole

My dearest mole,
I forgive your sarcastic ways,
Your wandering claws,
And the way you blink
Down my open shirts
As though I didn't know
You're not at all blind.
I even forgive the tunnel.
I found it this morning,
Behind the empty bottles
In my empty wine cellar.
I know you'll find this letter
Because I pinned it on the wall
In your little moley hole,
And I forgive your pet worm
For falling on my face
On the way in.
Love, vole.
xxxxx