Last night we were watching television and commenting about how quiet it was outside, the French doors were wide open and it seemed as though nothing was out there… suddenly there was a great kerfuffle and the sound of rummaging… I finally got up and took a look and there, on the wall (we live beside a bank of a hill so have a tiered section at the side), was a small badger!
I’m not sure who was more startled… but I know who can run the fastest…(not me!)
I returned to my seat and found my thoughts drawn back to a lovely poem written by my mother.
I illustrated the poem and had it made into a book for her….
here it is for you…
Basil the Badger
Basil Badger was rather shy, He would come out at night And look at the sky.
One night he had an awful fright
Up in the sky was a big bright light.
To you and me, it was the moon
But Basil thought it was a balloon.
“I wonder who is holding the strings?”
“Or is it flying on little wings?”
Basil watched it through the night,
Until it started to get light.
But, as the sky got bright as day
Like magic, the balloon just melted away…
Well, hope you enjoyed meeting Basil, I do love him.
©rosiesartsandcrafts and the ©Shirley Parker
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Back soon, Rosie