Ignorance & Bellowing Cyclists…
Squabbling and fussing,
Hissing and cussing
Emanated from the sett,
As food was dispersed
Upon the packed, dry earth in the glade.
The lure
Of sustenance coerced
Badgers from the shade
To feed, although hesitancy hampered
The mature.
Cubs foraged, immersed
With nuzzling snouts rifling,
In humidity stifling,
Their chewing a discordant
Overture…
The cyclists upon their swishing machines
Passed, bellowing at each other. And I cursed,
For the cete, as one, like programmed machines
Turned in panic and rapidly reversed…
Pete Ray
23rd July 2021
A quiet lane, a wildlife haven and cyclists find the need to ‘converse’ in loud shouting voices at each other…
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