Digging Wombat

The difficulty is, the wombat said,
That no one understands the way I dig.
The holes that I create, although not big,
Are lovely, showing what a quadruped
Can do if only he applies thought, dread,
And lots of time and love. This special rig
I’ve set up here allows even a pig
To make a hollow spot, large as his head.

Nocturnal creatures don’t need extra light,
So we dig deeper, and more thoroughly,
Exploring farther in, and down, and see
More deeply – in so many ways – our sight
Distinguishing between the left, and right,
And wrong, the costly, the enslaved, the free.