What There Was At Temple Balsall…
There was a scratching.
A chomping too, from a hole.
There was a soaring buzzard mewling
And a distant goose with its droll,
Strained, tuneless honking.
There was a shrill clacking
And a shaking of twigs as a magpie stole
Peanuts and swished away, chuckling.
There was a badger, paws black as coal,
Which fed quickly, alert and nervous, snuffling…
Pete Ray
25th July 2023…
Recently, the Temple Balsall badgers have been cautious to appear and eat the presented food scattered upon the copse floor…
A variety of sounds around the copse simply pierce the stillness and silence…
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