Sinewy & Silent, The Trio Fed…
The copse glimmered, an entity, a space
Withdrawn from fields of crops, grazing sheep
And tuneless geese some distance away.
The woodland, a variety of greens and a sublime stillness
Seemed like seclusion, an enclave, an escape
From the occasional roar of aircraft overhead
And the hubbub of humanity’s endless race…
The badgers flirted, a trio with such grace,
Drawn from setts gouged out by keen claws deep
And they were lured by food scattered astray.
Their movements were sinewy, with silent willingness
To sense routes between trees and the holes which gape
Like chasms from hell. Then, with careful tread
They disappeared as one, leaving no clear trace…
Pete Ray
28th August 2023…
The sounds outside the Temple Balsall copse were other-worldly, as the badgers sidled stealthily and silently between trees, foliage and around their own setts looking for the morsels of food laid down for them.
There was an eerie silence within the woodland, unique and precious…
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