Fay Slimm (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)
Encounters with wild things leave marks
On our heart. Affinity seems
To start a strange partnership, sparks
Off a mutual trust, our schemes
To tempt nearer the Badger or Fox
Need patience, with spacing of meals
Which if strictly observed bring lots
Of hope, that in time such stealing
Back into hedgerows will cease, might
Be then amber eyes shine into mine,
When Fox has no reason for fright.
Badger too has been hunted down
For reasons mistaken perhaps.
Unable to see clearly, renowned
As a fighter, he relaxes
Into easily trained habits, Brock
En-trances, and values both life
And liberty. Can we take stock
Of our role in creating strife
For wild things that need loving care?
Badger and fox have a right to be there.
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