(Granddaughter love).
A badger broke from cover
in Pitcher Lane at 7.03
I don’t know who was more surprised
Bea or me or he?
Unbothered he damply sniffed the breeze
still wet with morning’s shower
then nonchalantly glanced at us
before trundling through a bower.
Bea looked at me, and then the tree
and back to me once more,
at eighteen months with what she’d seen
she wasn’t really sure.
© Graham Sherwood 07/2015
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