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Friday, 29 July 2011

A small badger poem



Badger

Snuffling, shuffling like a tramp.
Muffled up against the damp.

Sniffing nose and clenching claws.
Finding, grinding with strong jaws.

Concentrated rhythmic sound.
Crunching, hunching on the ground.

Will he sense me? Can he hear
me scarcely breathing, very near?

Stripy nose, short-sighted eyes,
and a look of mild surprise.

Retreating duffle-coated, grey.
Silently he walks away.

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