Slinking Out…
Daylight’s sniping winds swished between
A plethora of naked boughs
With their vicious, leafless twigs
Threatening.
One harsh tree leaned upon others
Following its crooked fracture and steep fall
In the secluded copse which lacked its canopy’s screen…
Daylight’s final throes soon dulled the scene
And my scattered food a robin soon roused,
Flitting bossily among blackened twigs,
Fussing.
The wind suddenly refused to bother
The worsening gloom, yet the glade enthralled,
Until dusk pervaded where colour had once been…
Sheep bleated piteously,
Geese honked tunelessly
And there was a kind of stillness.
Yet still my chilled stiffness
Remained unmoved and silent…
Then, rather fortuitously,
One badger emerged seamlessly
From a hidden recess,
A grey ghost in no distress,
Blending into the twilight, potent…
Pete Ray
17th February 2022
Storms Dudley (really?) and Eunice were due the following day in the UK and so I took clean water and food to a badger-watch space.
I had to return the containers to my car, for the wind was intent on shifting them noisily about.
I returned to watch the daylight fade and feel the impending cold seeping into my knees…
As I was about to leave and unable to see very little, one badger emerged, slinking from a hole.
I was amazed, pleased and lucky to spot the wraith-like appearance of the mammal, the first I have seen during the current winter…
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