DAMP. NOT COLD. NO BADGERS. SAW A MOUSE THOUGH...

 Damp. Not Cold. No Badgers. Saw A Mouse Though…

There was barely a breeze but light rain tumbled

Into the copse, minus its summer canopy of green

And the ground was damp with a clay feel underneath

One’s feet. Food was sprinkled about in the dank silence

But in that vulnerable pre-spring glade, no badgers assembled.

 Occasional birdsong could be heard from a robin, unseen,

Until a wood mouse scampered from a hole beneath

Me, raced around a bit, then vanished from my presence…  

Pete Ray

21st March 2023   

Having taken food for the Temple Balsall badgers and waited until dusk began to hamper the view, only a wood mouse appeared, which ran circles round my feet, stopping once to look up at me…

A strange exchange…