The Morning Call…
It was simply a mid-morning Sunday call.
Just a delivery of fresh water for the two old bowls, dried
Out by the unseasonal lack of May rain.
After scattering a few peanuts, my exit I chose to stall,
Hidden from the clan of badgers, a shadow unidentified
And I stood silent, upwind of the setts, lurking in vain…
It was a surprise then, when a badger emerged
From an angled hole’s dusty, dry earth rim
And began to feed upon the nuts provided.
It was daytime but the mammal’s hunger had urged
It forth, with stretched hind legs anchored to the brim
Of the sett, its attention to the snack quite undivided…
Pete Ray
1st June 2025…
Certainly I only expected to replenish the water in the two bowls at Temple Balsall but I was very surprised when one curious member of the clan exited its sett and ravenously fed upon the peanuts I had scattered, before even the local magpies could get a look-in…
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