Badger
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Larissa Rodrigues
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Poetry
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2004
Moonlight shines on dark old eyes,
On a creature ancient, a creature wise.
A large body, black and white,
Moving through the moonlit night,
A rustle in the tall old trees,
You could be pardoned for thinking it was the breeze;
A sharp crack,
The breaking of a bone,
And maybe one could hear,
A dying creature's groan.
Food for the badger,
Prowling through the night,
Food for the badger,
With immense, yet silent might.