Birthday Copse Sunset…
Amber shards of waning September sunlight
Refracted through the copse and struck like gold
Upon branches, fallen leaves, or writhing roots exposed.
Hoping to spy badgers there, before the onset of the night,
My birthday dusk was spent downwind of setts, bleak and cold,
As the looming shadows of darkness crept forth, unopposed..
The visibility soon waned into murk, as magpies, contrite,
Scavenged food with screaming swoops, their pilfering bold;
Until at last two sleek badgers from the undergrowth eased
Into the quickly fading, grim and gloomy woodland light.
They fed, they fidgeted and they fussed, a feast to behold
And I took my leave, satisfied, my birthday wish appeased…
Pete Ray
17th September 2024…
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