The Fig, The Motor Bike & The Persistence…
An angry motor cycle echoed and clattered
A faked race along the Kenilworth Road,
Its raucous, ravenous rattle
Alerting two badgers to some kind of threat
And, afeared they hastily scattered
Then plunged inside their nearby sett…
An intent cub fed and skittered
Along a drying path off Temple Lane,
Its tenacious, voracious bustle
Shielding a sibling which carried rather a treat
And it spilled a fig upon the littered
Copse, staring at it between clawed feet…
It disappeared then with its find
Into its sett, leaving behind
The other more persistent cub to forage
And in the darkening thicket rummage…
Pete Ray
25th May 2022
A pair of cyclists, a farmer’s gun, blackbirds singing, an owl hooting, geese complaining out of tune, aircraft and a dog-walker all failed to trouble one rather brave badger cub.
The motor cycle however, caused some distress…
The fig was amongst nuts and food left for the animals but a more timid cub found it and carried it in its mouth to the sett, dropped it, took it up again and slipped inside the hole to devour it…
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