And Me… And Me…
Gold shimmered and glimmered within the glade,
Amber upon the contrasting evening shade.
And badgers were huddled within their sett…
Water replenished,
Peanuts scattered
And I leaned against a tree,
A knot in the bark pressed
Harshly into an arm, whilst I stressed
About the badgers’ emergence in the silence,
And the oppressive heat, which tarnished
The onset of dusk, for distancing mattered…
Gold slithered and withered within the glade,
Umber upon the darkening evening shade.
And badgers soon waddled from within their sett…
Quite unabashed,
Eager, unfettered,
One cub rushed: “And me… And me…”
It seemed to say, stressing,
Shoving into the crowd and pressing
Into the foraging confluence
And the depressive heat, yet it ravaged
The offerings which maybe only earthworms bettered…
Pete Ray
19th July (Mask-wearing Freedom Day…)
One cub usually rushes from the sett as if it might miss something, barging into the group feeding on peanuts…
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