The hole is a home.
Not the whole hole, but part.
The hole is home to
Well, it’s not a rat
Or a vole
Or a mole
Though it has soul.
Not the rat, vole or mole, but the hole.
The whole hole, not part.
It also has a heart.
The hole (and vole, mole and rat)
The hole that is the home
Part of the whole hole
The heart is where the home is.
The rat, vole and mole have soul too
And the owl, by the way,
Whose whole home hole with heart and soul it is!
(A darkened room is calling, methinks!)