To a badger, an ode
Your yellowing fur
Lines the rainy road
Where you're a blur
They shot you dead
As if you were a beast
Now tinge puddles red
And are a maggot's feast
Your corpse marks tar
Which stole your home
As I pass by car
Paths you can't roam
Suspect of infection
Dragged so it spread
Culled for his protection
So it's him you dread
You were wild and free
Now trapped for eternity
This was your strife
Till he ended your life.
