Living next to orchards, we have always had a vole problem. They come into our yard during the winter snows and we spend all summer keeping them under control. I have written a poem for them:
Your little trails, so winding and trimmed,
In my beloved lawn, that I try to keep primmed,
I know you have been created, to keep me humble,
But by my many devious methods, I will make your world crumble.
- The Great Vole Hunter