Outed After Six…
Sunlight dithered, simmering
Its last glimmering
Hues on a dry September evening.
Dusk drooled, cooling,
The copse bejewelling
Its autumn leaves, browning.
Badgers mithered, shirking
In ditches, lurking
For a safe advancing.
Food was dispersed, awaiting
The procrastinating
Shy mammals’ chancing…
And they outed after six.
A half-dozen
Munching,
Crunching,
Snuffling,
Scuffling
Badgers.
And as daylight
Vanished,
The famished
Cete members
Fed,
Fled,
Watchful,
Wistful…
Pete Ray
30th September 2021
Six badgers appeared to feed after 6pm on 29th September…
Fearless, the crew moved towards me, eating rather noisily.
A wonderful few moments in my life…
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