The most wonderful sight’s you will ever see
Is made by nature running free
Amongst the rolling Dales and Hills
Are pictures, magnificent, no made up frills
A combination of summer, winter in one view
The ground a mixture of green and brown hue
In the distance the trees so brown
With dying leaves hitting the ground
Bare and naked as nature intended
Its autumn so be not offended
It is their natural living state
As the time of the year is getting late
So, as we career through the winter days
A time when the cold Frost and Snow lays
The hills a patch of living white
From which the Moon reflects at night
Hidden by day from the noonday sun
Yes, nature’s illuminations have begun
The Badgers and Rabbits all dig deep
To find a burrow for their winter sleep
Only venturing out in search of food
And only then when in the mood
Trees snow covered look beautiful but forlorn
Each winter as nature becomes reborn
Always take the time to view
What Nature has provided for you
The most enduring sights you will ever see
On the land wild and free
I didn’t plant that garden tree
But thinking, I just let it be
I knew I should have cut it out
But felt within to let it sprout
And so, as seasons came and went
I pruned this tree, its bole I bent
Around the gable of my shed
But left the limbs above my head
The years passed by and I grew old
I hated heat and shunned the cold
My garden work became a chore
As summer days my patience wore
But resting underneath that tree
Allowed me time to watch and see
The beauty of my garden wrought
And all the neighbored friends it brought
A bunny comes to taste my beets
While shaded so, I rest my feet
A bumble-bee’s contralto thrum;
A promise of much more to come
Badgers, robins, the house finch red
All come with hopes of being fed
And I, too tired to wield my hoe,
Am glad I let that elm tree grow.
Denial will get you no-where, a dead end road
A false belief, hanging on untied string
It keeps you from uplifting and living fully
It prevents genuine care, not the fire burning
It restricts truth and contiuously badgers your soul
When it all caves in, there is no use complaining
- Denial built the bridge that fell -
Heidi Sands
4/12/26
(C)opyright
Bazball fall.. still so livid
Nightmare is so so vivid
Like the day of the Triffid
In OZ were just so timid
On the ropes so so vapid
Dopes burnt hopes acrid
Defeat tropes so so rapid
Prime time to be candid
Cool fools just so flaccid
No bans ECB plans placid
Our also-rans.. so insipid
Pans Fans who are so avid
Fancy Dans woe so rancid
Badgers crow so so rabid
Only the very young & very beautiful can be so aloof
Hanging out with the boys all swagger & poise
Our new dashing wannabe tyro is ample proof
(coined by Tom with aplomb.. purloined by me)
Mused Caribbean calypso cool fused with well private school
Cherished plush rhapsodies segue with relished lush melodies
Lips licks fancy flicks & tricks picnics phoenix from the Ashes
Remedies for believers lulled by lullabies from lyrical levers
Poetic shapes lacy lines never frenetic balletic aesthetic
The boundary rope dope trope Jacob is our new hope
The computer says “YES” suitor for the future prophetic
Or down with the kids well Bethell’s the real deal rookie
Badgers hearts swell feels like proper Test cricket nookie
Tell his chilled southpaw drawer got more than Cookie
While other than Joe everyone else was playing hooky
Golden curls & olden twirls.. BET HELL for the bookie
In the Serengeti, a leopard meets a gazelle in surprise
A corpulent kori bustard stands nearby, witnessing a neighbor's demise
A black butterfly fluttering its wings in springtime
Alluring scents of jasmine and gardenia are so sublime
Old Man Jack blows his bitter breath on a January New York night
Men and women walk briskly, clutching their coats tight
A waxing gibbous smiling in an African sky
Honey badgers are out and about seeing what's next for them to pry
Sweet, jubilant voices frolic on a playground
Innocent, mirthful energy freely spreading around
A chimp swinging from tree to tree,
Just hanging with unmitigated glee
At night, before I fall fast asleep when the nightingale sings
I lie in my bed and think this is the nature of things
I didn’t plant that garden tree
But thinking, I just let it be
I knew I should have cut it out
But felt within to let it sprout
And so, as seasons came and went
I pruned this tree, its bole I bent
Around the gable of my shed
But left the limbs above my head
The years passed by and I grew old
I hated heat and shunned the cold
My garden work became a chore
As summer days my patience wore
But resting underneath that tree
Allowed me time to watch and see
The beauty of my garden wrought
And all the neighbored friends it brought
A bunny comes to taste my beets
While shaded so, I rest my feet
A bumble-bee’s contralto thrum;
A promise of much more to come
Badgers, robins, the house finch red
All come with hopes of being fed
And I, too tired to wield my hoe,
Am glad I let that elm tree grow.
Serpents, scorpions and owls
are things I can’t endure.
The contents of a bovine’s bowels,
albeit as manure,
or monks in over-shady cowls,
their faces kept obscure,
the sex-life of the larger fowls,
for me hold no allure.
Threatened badgers’ hostile growls,
an overflowing sewer,
others’ stains on bathroom towels –
repugnant, these, for sure.
A dying pig’s pathetic howls
(at least that’s one pig fewer):
Walter Matthau’s drooping jowls –
for these, there is no cure.
Margaret Thatcher’s tortured vowels
are dickish, not demure:
and Ian Paisleys, Enoch Powells
are ignominy, pure.
Badgers were planning a picnic extraordinaire!
Red Jell-O mold towered high in the spring air.
Shall I put a cherry on top? Asked persnickety Claire.
Why not? Said another. Baby muskrats are here.
Where is your mama? Asked Mrs. Badger then.
The babies giggled and rolled and hung down a chin.
I hope she is safe, Mrs. Badger told her husband man.
If not, we have three more orphans to join our little band.
when wolf boy accused his pack of lies ~ the alpha male tore at his eyes
beta shook her head and wouldn’t take sides ~ omega stayed in disguise
the moral goes further and simply implies ~ know how cries compromise
said badger to his honey ~ she ripped his balls off for grooming her boys
#The alpha male is top dog
The beta is mostly neutral
The omega being submissive#
#Honey Badgers are notorious
for attacking and tearing off an
opponent’s testes! Ouch!#
By
David Kavanagh
The Hedgehog wedding was the talk of Dry Gulch Creek.
There were moles, badgers, chipmunks and mice that squeak.
Cheering commenced when the bride bent kissed the groom.
Then the couple took a giant leap of faith over a broom.
The bride was a hustler, the groom was a cook so great.
The provided their guests with veggies and rib eye steak.
Heinz 59 said the bride, nothing too good for our guests.
Wedding party agreed the food they served was the best.
You have got yourself a great man, the cousins told the bride.
The groom’s cousins were giving the bridesmaids fancy eye slides.
By end of the reception, three more couples were engaged.
I guess being married to male cooks is now all the rage.
shy pink faerie slumbers
baby badgers lying on her dress
guarded by spotted fawn and twin bunnies
puffy lavender mushroom cluster stands guard
gorgeous turquoise sky full of diamonds smiles
Fox, finches and fireflies fluttered out of the woods
Into a clearing that cleverly chose species of these three
Faeries, elves and gnomes watched as closely as they could
It was time for the annual musical mystery forest jamboree
Who will be the winners? The badgers asked the rest.
Curious sailors and pirates came in from beyond the docks.
Racoon and muskrat slicked their fur down to look their best.
Whoever it is, they will have trouble winning the crown from Fox.
Edited to include "creatures of the night"
They wait for shadows
to rush and fill their forest home.
Then ushered in by the hoot of the owl
or the whip-poor-will’s call,
they appear as silently as the black of night itself.
A fawn in hiding ambles over to a pebbled pool.
Its family follows.
Fireflies flicker about like tiny lanterns
and the incessant murmur of insects
fills the air.
Somewhere – cloaked in darkness – a frog croaks.
Soft splashes in the pool
reveal ducklings paddling along.
Creatures of the night -
badgers, raccoons, and other tiny furry creatures -
scurry through bushes
foraging for prey smaller than themselves.
Ears prick at the sound
of a lone wolf’s howl.
June 12, 2022
beside the dirty wall there was a shadow,
the signs painted by some graffiti artist
made even less sense in the dark.
lying on the damp floor was the skinny dog.
stare into my bird's eye.
it seemed to say get out,
this hell is mine alone.
so I threw a piece of bread
that I had in my beak.
he salivated and snapped.
the next step was a caress with my wing.
was conquered.
so we made this kind of alliance.
now he follows me around town.
two savages without destiny.
but soon we will be three,
for the skittish cat meowed at us.
sure we will form legion,
let's occupy that hole in the hill,
coming down when hunger strikes,
then we will attack all the buffets,
scandalize the bourgeois,
co-opt the cockatiels,
the turtles and the badgers,
time to attack in pack,
this land will be ours again.
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