The Semblance Of Trust…
Looking on. Looking in. The inability to trust.
Affability, sociability, communication managed as ‘needs must’.
An extroverted introvert. Unemotionally emotional, a man of self-doubt.
Thoughtful, considerate and kind but truly nothing to shout about.
The small theatre of the copse offered him a refuge in plain sight.
There, unseen, alert, yet hidden as a dreamy dusk drew in the night,
Up to eleven badgers and cubs fed upon the titbits scattered
By the spectator, the observer, the loner. And to him, that really mattered.
There was something of a watchful, benign acceptance
Of this unobtrusive, shadowy, yet undeniable presence,
Which culminated around a hole, two metres away, where he tensed
As feeding by three eager bustling badgers quickly commenced.
The fellow stood, slightly alarmed, yet fascinated
As into the hole two young brocks tumbled and investigated
The peanuts deep inside the cavernous gap and entertained,
Their fussy antics natural, amusing and unrestrained…
He looked on. He looked in. There was a semblance of trust.
The hunger and the thieving magpies were for the badgers, a ‘needs must’.
The introverted extroverts, the emotionally unemotional brocks no doubt
Thought little of the interloper, the outcast in awe, standing about…
Pete Ray
29th June 2024…
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