Over My Left Shoulder…
There was so little movement,
Just the occasional restless flutter of lush leaves,
Distracting an anxious wait, until a wren
Flitted through bushes, stage right.
Soon, with squawks of discontent,
A magpie skittered through the copse to retrieve
Morsels of food I had scattered, then
Skedaddled through the brush in retreating flight.
The was little other movement
But the watch wore on until it was nearly time to leave,
Disturbed only by vehicles and cycling men.
Then over my shoulder in the fading light,
One badger rose from the depths, content
The peanuts and chicken bits to retrieve.
It stared my way quite unruffled, before then
Digging its exit backwards and out of sight…
Pete Ray
14th July 2023…
Unusually, only one badger appeared on 12th July but it ate, comfortably, five metres behind my left shoulder…
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