Badger Lane-Crossing…
A short, beaten trail rose sharply
Onto a grassy lane-side bank,
Through a stiff hedge and into an arable field.
And the hole to a sett lay gaping, wholly,
As dusk enclosed the woodland, rank...
And blackened clouds were forced to yield
To a deep crimson horizon, imperturbably
Resolute, as a cool April evening sank
And nocturnal life was revealed…
Then a white flash moved beyond the copse
And I tarried with expectant breath baited;
A badger encroached slowly towards the sett,
Then regarded me, until its interest was sated…
Pete Ray
10th April 2021
Temple Lane, Temple Balsall.
We looked at each other.
The badger seemed satisfied.
It went underground.
It was venerable.
I called it Bede…
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