The Brocklery
Home is deep where forests grow,
With roots above and earth
below,
Warm and safe under winter's snow
Funnily Tunnelly
Snow lies deep on field and fen
Winter sun shines briefly, then
Moonlight glints on frosted glen
Darkly Sparkly
Hidden
yet from tree and sky
Mother keeps a watchful eye
As new-born
triplets, sleeping lie
Tubbilly cubilly
Rain makes
everything alright.
Muddy grass; a joyous sight
Favourite
dinner every night
Squirmly Wormly
Summer, and the cubs
are grown
Need not live by worms alone
Soon discover on their
own
Peanuttery Buttery
Everyone must learn their places
Lacking any social graces
Angry eyes in angry faces
Fightingly
Bitingly
Autumn and the trees are shedding
Grass and
leaves make cosy bedding
Underground the crop is heading
Readily Beddilly
Now the year is getting old
Days are
short and nights are cold
Badgers face them tough and bold
Cockily Brockily
Copyright
Allan Bantick February 2018