Peer, Play & Scurry…
Pale peach enveloped the sun’s late setting
Behind scrubland trees and silhouetting
Them black, crooked and strangely awry,
As darkening clouds infiltrated the Warwickshire sky.
Silence reigned, bar an occasional squawking bird,
Or the tuneless honking of distant geese, absurd,
But the head of a badger suddenly erupted,
Its expression that of peace disrupted.
It looked about, as another slipped into the lane
And scurried off, waddling to entertain,
As three cubs from the sett came tumbling,
Shoving, scrapping and inevitably stumbling;
Twisting, turning, teasing and playful,
Interested, inquisitive, intolerant but watchful.
Darkness then across the undulating copse descended,
The badgers faded into nightfall and the vigil ended…
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| THE VENUE... |
Pete Ray
11th May 2021
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| THE PEERING... |
Friday 7th May, Temple Balsall…
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| THE PLAYING: YOU CAN JUST ABOUT MAKE OUT THE THREE CUBS... |
A motionless vigil at the roadside…
THE SCURRYING: A SCREENSHOT OF THE ESCAPING BADGER WADDLING DOWN THE LANE!
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