The Bottolist

I’m a famous Bottolist
I study bottles
I built a hide to watch em
There’s a nest near the nettles.

I’ve been watching for weeks!
I call him Speck
He’s the Alpen male
Other Bottolists may notice
The speck on his neck.

The one over there
With the crack in her side
I call that one Sal
She’s their main hunter,
Oh look a rare sight of her catching a snail!
It’s doomed once inside.

They seem to be nocturble
Sociable within family groups
Other Bottelists will be aware
That nests sometimes called Dumps
Can be found every where
In small pockets of rubbish

Note: Dumps are built mainly
From paper, old rugs and roots

I haven’t yet caught a sniff, of any youngsters
They must keep them in burrows under the ground
They don’t move much, but if your lucky
You might just catch one flying over the fence