As The Night Was Drawing In…
An early autumnal breeze
Worried at the slim, delicate
Tendrils of whispering trees
And their green leaves shivered
As the dusk, its fall
Barely discernible, infiltrated
From above the canopy, like an all consuming,
Yet undetected spell, to ease
Out stubborn daylight, which procrastinated…
And a blackbird skimmed the ground
With a dun rush.
And like masked members of a curious sect
Appearing in a designated clearing,
Ten badgers, stealthily without a sound
Began to push
At morsels of food, sullen, yet direct,
Fearing and aware, yet deliciously endearing…
Pete Ray
3rd September 2021
A cool, breezy, darkening evening in Warwickshire.
Ten badgers were counted, moving from cover into the grim, stage-centre, feeding voraciously…
A poor light to film them but that mattered not…
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