Turning Away From My Shoes & The Filled-In Latrine…
There was a discernible difference.
The latrine had been filled in,
Damp soil clawed across the conical hole,
Leaving no apparent evidence.
A half-dozen badgers then braved the daylight
And with not an ounce of pretence,
Feasted upon hand-sown morsels of food
With quick rushes, turns and flicks of heads,
Displaying no significant reticence,
Despite the evening sounds and sunlight.
There was however one notable incident.
A badger, greedily feeding within
Two metres from my right shoe’s sole,
Showed no fear, its ignorance blatant
Of my human presence and its own plight.
I paused, rooted to the spot and patient,
As the silence, the dank and curious mood
And the fading sunset’s amber shreds
Formed an atmosphere surreal, yet potent,
Before a clacking, bustling magpie took flight…
Pete Ray
26th August 2022
Temple Balsall, evening light.
A badgers’ latrine had been dug over, a noisy magpie made itself heard and one badger fed just a couple of metres away from my trainers…
Magical…
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