Solihull Roast Chicken Takeaway…
The Sunday roast’s leftovers, no bones naturally,
Were packed round with peanuts to take away
To Temple Balsall as a treat for any inquisitive
Badgers, as dusk dimmed a May sunset inside the wood.
The considerable wait became awkward and unbearably
Still, as the silence harangued, barely held at bay
By the calls of geese and the songs of blackbirds, plaintive.
But still, as darkness fell no badgers touched the food…
Finally, as the gloom began to encumber my vision,
Two adult brocks, their movements keen, yet tentative,
Slunk from setts and foraged in the evening tension
Within the magical copse, their presence addictive…
Pete Ray
8th May 2023
7th May 2023 and even the odour from pieces of roast chicken failed to lure the cete members out of their setts, until it was almost dark, when two badgers finally appeared…
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