Through an erythristic eye he beholds his realm.
Behind his mask none can see he laughs.
Snuffling through leaf-mould Rufous sniffs his meal
Of beetle, worm, and slug, a slimy appeal.
Brock patrols the acre in which he neatly fits,
Marking its bound, he digs a pit….. and shits.
<Deleted User> (10123)
Sun 18th Mar 2012 03:46
I didn't know Brocks had red hairy eyes, did you? What, no toilet paper again? That game warden will have to be let go! Observation complete, Ta much Nick.
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M.C. Newberry
Sun 18th Mar 2012 14:00
This took me to a memorable night when I was heading back from the pub and found myself mere yards from a badger snuffling around beyond a dimly glowing lamp. It was unaware of my presence and I felt somehow honoured to be there at the same time...until it suddenly took fright at something and vanished into the undergrowth. These lines bring back the magic...even with the sharp
reality of the last words!