WATCHFUL, AWARE & AN UNEASY STARE...

 Watchful, Aware & An Uneasy Stare…

There was an eager emergence of brocks for the victuals

Cast by my hand, like an ancient sower of seeds.

I noted the dying, sparse and straggling weeds,

Puny in the shaded, enclave of silence

Within an environment impregnated by sounds

Of farm machinery, birds, a howling dog and the constant presence

Of loud aircraft, beneath which the badgers continued their rituals…

There was soon an appearance by an adult badger, cagey,

Holding back, uneasy, watchful and aware

Of its locality, its snout testing the air

For any peculiar odour, or unusual presence,

Within the copse’s rubble strewn grounds.

It was hesitant. It was halting, untrusting of silence.

It was hungry, it sampled the provisions, despite a countenance edgy…   

Pete Ray

30th July 2022…

The badger was really spooked by any sound and indeed, it was a blackbird’s flight which sent it scurrying for cover…

Seven others really tucked into the food provided, however…