TOBY GREENE

The Very Hungry Badger

The sun drops slowly, drowning in cold dark.

Rain brews soil to slush. Emerging from his dark home, shivering nose leading body, balaclava shield from the biting breath. Searching to cool his hunger.

Wet coat, grey as the crying sky. Short limbs bustle with purpose, claws begging for purchase at his feet. Guided by stolen sun, finds a blackberry bush. Wolfing down the fruit. Eats to his content, then rustles on.

Comes to a firm path. Salvation. Two great suns, then a thud. The metallic echo dances away. Leaving limp limbs.

The sun slowly scales the smoky sky.