The naked mole rat
was born to be a person,
but it was too beautiful,
shocking the stars into silence
(they used to sing)
and causing the sun’s great factories
to grind to a halt. They remain halted
even though the naked mole rat
was banished years ago,
by the queen of all things, to live
largely unseen, underground.
All hail the queen. Yes, all hail her now —
she has dispatched her competition
in loveliness, that she may reign.
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Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write a myth about an animal.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
I came across a dead mole while mowing today — sad little thing — but Lady of its own underworld. There are compensations for exile. And sunlight is vastly overrated. Well done!
Wow, so beautifully told. You leave me wondering if this tale is all your own invention or based on something traditional?
This is a cool perspective. Loved it.
I agree this is wonderfully done. It feels like an ancient myth brought to life 💜
I’ll never think of naked mole rats in quite the same way again.
I wonder how many beautiful creatures have been forced underground like your naked mole rat, just because they are beautiful. Love your write 🙂
Love how you brought out the beauty of the mole rat in such a great way… I think she would do a better job than most of the other gods we have worshiped.
Love this, so unusual x
Love your naming, Queen of all things. Clever, unique write.