Pop-Up Badger…
Barely a breeze.
Barely a sound,
Until you actually listen
And hear dusk birds quarrel,
Or a farmer’s dogs bark
As the sunset begins to glisten
Between new leaves, eager to seize
Life upon otherwise stark
Boughs on spiky spring trees.
Then a head popped up
Like a Jack in a Box,
Peered then disappeared.
Yet soon it reappeared
Like a hidden mask,
From a sett, or a frisky pup.
And, satisfied, it scrambled
Out of its newly dug sett,
Feeding not five metres away
From my statuesque pose
And slowly ambled,
Like an inquisitive pet,
Just one of an impressive array
Of badgers, awoken from repose…
Pete Ray
9th April 2022
This was remarkable, as a sow lifted her cautious head from a recently excavated hole, before joining others in a ‘munch-crunch’ feeding frenzy…
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