The Stagehand…
An outdoor performance on a cool, breezy evening in June.
The stage-set was decorated in shades of lustrous green,
And raucous with the chaotic sounds of birds and a flock
Of restless, bleating, grazing but hidden sheep.
The stagehand replenished the water bowls, immune
To the surreal surroundings as he spread titbits about, unseen
And prepared the scene for the players upon which to rush amok,
Entering the limelight from their tunnels, dank and deep…
Five actors obliged and trod their version of theatrical boards,
Feeding, foraging, flinching, falteringly forthright.
And for one thrilling act they ventured unwaveringly towards
The stagehand, the watcher, the filmmaker, concealed from sight…
Pete Ray
6th June 2023
It really was like preparing a stage for the badgers, the performers, five of which appeared from stage left, right and rear to eat the food provided.
Such wondrous moments to experience…
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