Grump Along Badger
Me. Grump along
my smooth worn track,
thinking
worms,
grubs,
breakfast by moonshine.
Sleep in my eyes,
grump along badger. Me.
my smooth worn track,
thinking
worms,
grubs,
breakfast by moonshine.
Sleep in my eyes,
grump along badger. Me.
This poem is copyright (©) Terry Dyson 2025

About the Writer
Terry Dyson
Terry works and lives in Devon as a Farm Secretary, along with her husband, two cats and three hens. Her usual poetry tends to be slightly whimsical and some has featured in various local anthologies such as A Poetry of Elephants and The Dartmoor Anthology. She was commended for collaborative work alongside fellow poet Elizabeth England with Call me Camel at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival and by chance won The Exmoor Poetry Competition in 2020 with North Hill. More recently poems have been published in on-line publications - Timber and Full House.