Midnight Feast

When the moon is big and bright,

badger faces, black and white

appear from out of badger holes,

a midnight feast, each badgers goal.

Sniffing air with pointed snouts,

they all come out to roam about;

then, against earth, their noses rub

as they hunt tasty worms and grubs.

With their keen noses, those bright brocks

search under rustling leaves and rocks

and through each grass blade on the ground

until their squirmy feast is found.

And after they’ve eaten enough

of wiggly worms and bugs and stuff,

then back to burrows underground

they go to sleep; snug, safe and sound.