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BADGER AND THE FOX
Far beyond the stream and hill
over meadows and so much further still
lived a badger – Brock.
A wily creature fit and bold
known for his wisdom and, so I'm told
his stripes
of black and white, a large wet nose
a cunning mind and, so the story goes
an amazing sense of smell.
And on that eve, as shadows fall
begins the tale as I recall...
A freezing night, with ice and snow
and Brock still had a way to go -
but his nose it began to twitch
and itch.
He scrubbed it hard with freezing paw
sneezed the once and sniffed some more
something was definitely coming!
'Wild Cat,' he growled as the scent grew strong
'Large - maybe two, unless I'm wrong
and its five...
or more.'
So he ran... very fast.
Faster than me when I was young
quicker than rabbit or dog that's been stung
by a bee...
But so were those cats!
They were mean and keen and meant no good
Raw badger-meat or maybe cooked
they didn't care...
Under bushes, over fields
racing fast they pursued their meal
eyes gleaming
tails streaming
like sails in the night
they were closing...
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Badger and The Fox
FantasyA funny, rhyming story with elements of Edward Lear's 'The Owl and the Pussy Cat' combined with the intrigue of Toad from Kenneth Grahame's 'Wind in the Willows... It's a cold evening and the shadows are growing... not a good time to be chased by a...
