FRENZIED FAST-FOOD FOR NINE LIVES...

 Frenzied Fast-Food For Nine Lives…

As if evacuated by some catastrophe,

Or released from captivity,

Nine brocks into the copse bustled

And across sun-dried dirt hustled

In a frenzy of desperate foraging,

For any scraps badgering…

One from the nine then eked out a route

Towards water provision

And drank prodigiously,

Shaking droplets from a masked face,

As if splashed

Or was washed,

Unexpectedly…

The one from nine then freaked out the eight,

Causing utter derision

And fed rapaciously,

Shoving clan members to claim a place,

Unabashed.

And then pushed

Intentionally…

A conically excavated cavity,

A cess pit sanitary,

Near a sett entrance

Contained droppings, evidence

That supplements to a diet natural

Had been integral to the cete’s survival…

Pete Ray

11th August 2022

The badgers were keen to pick up any morsels of scattered food on such a sultry evening.

They were skittering about in the copse, until one growing cub moved to take in water, splashed it a little and shook the droplets from its head, before returning to the huddle of feeders and shoving its way in…

The outside loo provided evidence that the badgers’ supplemented diet was having a positive effect…