Anonymity…
Distant rumblings of motorway usage,
Barely audible, yet persistent, scarred
The general silence, occasionally scored
By a robin’s indignant protestations
Which failed to reveal my anonymity.
I loitered, one tense shoulder leaning
Against beech bark and barely breathing
As a deep amber sun barred
The October sky beyond the privacy
Of tall trees, which occasionally floored
Wilting, loosened leaves as garbage,
Scorning my anonymity…
A badger, leading no entourage,
Keen, yet on constant guard,
Dragged a crust of white bread, a hoard
Into its underground reservation,
Ignoring my uncomfortable anonymity.
I teetered, one leg stiffening
Upon a tuft of hard mud, breathing
In autumn, which in no way marred
The watching. Thus my audacity
To a badger's world was largely ignored.
Faltering, it demurred, wise and sage
To preserve my anonymity…
Pete Ray
18th October 2021
The distant hum of traffic, a piercing, protesting robin and one cautious badger failed to shake my anonymity on a cool autumn evening in Warwickshire…
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