Near a green hollow where a ditch runs
it lies off road: grassy fronds toss
shade back towards the sun’s
rays that  fall on cushioning moss.  
Hit by a passing vehicle - I surmise…

A badger, mouth open, jet hair
bathed in blue water cress
seems asleep, white blazed, unaware
of clouds and wind’s caress.
On closer look  - a grim surprise…

Like a stroller taking a rest,
its nostrils uncloyed by scents.
Motionless. Laid out on its chest.
In its right side are two red rents.
Lead-shot peppers the entry wounds.

TOBIAS