Asocial badger

Asocial badger left behind his hole
One that he dug himself below oak tree.
Bade no farewell to rabbit or to mole,
Just hit the road and strolled towards the sea.
He is asocial badger, after all.

He packed few jars of honey to his bag
From bees who gather nectar in the moor,
And box of crackers, gift from cheerful stag.
Smart thing to do when you’re not really sure
Where, when and how will you find next snack.

On his way badger climbed a gentle dune.
Each tree around was bent by constant wind.
He smiled to sun and whistled cheerful tune.
Oh, joy to lay down dreamy and to squint,
And no blockheads around to spoil the June.

After a while he stood up, cleaned his fur,
And walked down the slope towards the beach.
Vague memories about waves that were
So huge when he was little cub. When each
Of badger’s siblings frisked on lonely shore.

Now he’s alone here and the waves are calm.
They’re far away, his sisters, mom and dad,
Here’s only wind, sand, clouds and old palm.
No one contests the right of feeling sad.
No social creature comes to break the charm.