Molehills

Riddled with molehills

The newly planted lawn

Assaults my eyes

Drops my heart

Just four weeks ago

We tilled, raked, smoothed, seeded, and rolled

And then stood back

Exhausted but hopeful

For green freshness

A new start for an old yard

I turn and sigh

Heading for the shed to find the traps

But brooding about the

Bumps and bare patches

My unwelcome guests have created

Reality has a way of slapping you in the face