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60 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 6, 2025
Imagine a badger moving past human things,
crossing the stream on stepping stones
then climbing the steps to the gravel path,
the treads and risers exactly the wrong gauge
for its low-slung frame and footstool legs.
And then on the groomed lawn by the big house
pronging the soil for grubs, its hippy coat
silvered by porch lights and carriage lamps.
It passes the bee boles without looking up,
rounds the fluted plinth of a sundial
telling the wrong time under a fat moon.
Imagine it standing up like a toddler to lap
from the bird bath, clocking its own burglar's face
in the French windows, think of it shuffling along
through the melon yard where beaver-tailed glass
distils dew into cast iron gutters and butts,
notice its long snout hoovering smells
by the bins, stare at its sticky tongue
blotting woodlice, earwigs and snails
from the compost heap and summerhouse floor.
Picture its shaving-brush rump dusting the farm gate.
In the walled garden its shadow scuttles
brick to brick, then it scrabbles and fossicks
below the elephant ears in the rhubarb patch.
With the night shift over it goes to ground
in blind tunnels hung with wiry roots
under roads, parks, floorboards and footings,
stashes itself in deep starless holes with its clan.
In the warm dark the cubs rise like loaves.