The Badger Crossed The Lane…
Crop stood tall and green
Behind a hedge
At the summit of a grassy verge,
Upon which a badger’s path had been scored,
Brown and damp,
A veritable ramp
To climb or descend with hurried surge…
An adult badger plunged
Through the hedge,
Down the angled sloping bank,
Across the lane, scurrying abroad,
Scuttling apace,
Scrambling in haste
Through undergrowth thick and dank…
It stood then, vigilant
Upon a ledge
At the brink of its burrowed sett,
Peering, uncertain and untoward,
Yet somehow strangely knowing,
Its white streaked face glowing
At what it perceived as a threat…
Pete Ray
31st May 2021
A Saturday evening at Temple Balsall, when a badger ran across the lane near where I stood, disappeared into the thicket and then reappeared to assess the danger I presented.
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