The Pop-ups & The Slip…
Heads popped up from three separate holes at early evening,
Two of the badgers seemingly unwilling to venture
More than a metre or two from the dark, scraped soil and stones
On the edges of their setts, powerfully clawed.
The third nearby, popped up its head on two occasions, gleaning
With gusto, if a little tentatively, unable to resist the lure,
Despite a lurking robin and a magpie’s lurid, tuneless groans,
As for hidden food beneath autumn leaves it industriously pawed…
Then, in rather ungainly fashion, the badger’s rear legs slipped
And its lusty buttocks dropped unceremoniously
Into the hole, but its dignity was preserved as it gripped
The earth with strong front feet and foraged on, if slightly ungracefully…
Pete Ray
10th October 2023…
Three badgers showed themselves, although reluctantly, it appeared…
The badger nearest to where I tarried nearly made me laugh out loud, for its back legs slipped into its sett-hole whilst it foraged for the food I had spread about.
To be fair though, its recovery was quite smoothly carried out…
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