Brock bottom

Misunderstood meles,

for many a rare sight,

as they’d rather watch TV,

than step into moonlight

.

Where wet noses shine,

and the gleam of an eye,

such a beautiful creature,

too special, to die..

.

Protect our farming,

tiggywinkles, oh no,

more road-hogs kill road hogs,

but these mustelids must go

.

Accused without fault,

nothing is black or white,

till we reach Brock bottom,

to hear screams in the night

.

Scumbags with dogs,

mud and blood on their boots,

dig petrified victims,

from setts amid roots

.

Ignorance is bliss,

for no-one will tell,

just call it a cull,

a legitimised hell

.

Wild life in the wild,

the two not related?

TB or not TB,

TB bated and hated?

.

July 7th, 2018

.

.

The Badger Trust

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.