The Vigilance
An empty water bowl was turned awry on the ground,
Spilled food lay across the copse beyond the sett
And the patient wait began. Until
One, two, then three badgers appeared,
Heedful, vigilant.
Then more. Probing. Expectant.
Until there were seven to thrill
The onlooker. Fidgety, exuberant,
Unabashed, yet watchful and tolerant,
Feeding, fraternising
As the spectator felt endeared.
One, two, then three badgers it appeared
Detected perhaps an uncommon sound
And like a whirlpool sucks at prey,
The sett swallowed the spooked mammals whole,
As quickly they vanished through the entrance hole…
Pete Ray
6th August 2021
There was a reluctance, a concern and considerable vigilance from Temple Balsall’s badgers…
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