Eight Ate With Desserts Of Alerts…
The warm, sultry June evening
Drew out eight cautiously inquisitive
Badgers, which scouted, grunted and bustled
Several metres away from my tree line.
Yet when breeze blown leaves rustled,
Or wings flapped, the brocks doubted
And retreated and hustled,
Then, upright and alert, stood silently attentive…
I left the copse, the badgers having disappeared,
Yet through the vehicle’s window I glanced to my left
And saw one adult, its neck erect, yet not afeared,
Alert, standing its ground, seeming somehow bereft…
Pete Ray
16th June 2022
As I left the scene it was touching that one alert badger appeared to be watching me leave.
Maybe it knew that I could not return for a couple of weeks…
Pleasant to think along those lines…
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