Spring Cleaning…
Used bedding had been dragged
Out of holes, unceremoniously
And abandoned on claw raked soil,
As badgers replenished setts
For the nurture of their young…
Low, stripped branches sagged
Over the terrain, indecently
And forked their twigs in turmoil
From winter’s harsh regrets,
As rakish and spiky, curiously they hung…
Fresh entrances had been scraped
Out of the ground, rapaciously
And heaps of discarded spoil
Had become pathways for foraging
By badgers with cubs to feed…
Then two masked faces peeped
From trenches, albeit cautiously,
Yet fed with lusty toil
As I waited, silently disparaging
For daylight to darkness had been forced to concede…
Pete Ray
29th March 2022
Changes to the copse were noticeable but water was left, along with scattered food.
Two badgers then briefly appeared, seemingly to acknowledge the treats…
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