The Badger

I met a badger on the road yesterday, and he inspired me to write this. Somewhat in the style of "Ratty" from Wind in the Willows?

I was travelling down the lane,
When I was caused to stop,
By something on the bank top.
Young Brock crossed my path again.

A body shaped like a pear,
With fur of black and white.
Abroad in the evening light,
And boldly walking there

Left, he first went,
And then back right,
His task to choose the better site
And find the fairer scent.

At last he turned and went from view
And I could then continue through
I made my way along that lane
Wondering if I would see young Brock again