By the time I returned back to our estate, <br />The sky was dark, and it was getting late. <br />I came into a large, moonlit square, <br />And a hungry hedgehog, I saw there. <br /> <br />At seeing the hedgehog, I felt such a thrill; <br />I stopped in my tracks, and stood stock still. <br />Seeing him there was quite a surprise; <br />For a few moments, we interlocked eyes. <br /> <br />He looked, as if to say ‘Why are you looking at me? <br />What's the big deal? There's nothing to see! <br />I've been a hedgehog since I was born: <br />For me, being a hedgehog is quite the norm! ' <br /> <br />‘You are the one, who looks rather weird, <br />And you are the one, who should be feared. <br />I don't see your kind often: you are quite rare. <br />So please could you not just stand and stare? ' <br /> <br />‘Right, well, if we're done here, then I'll be off: <br />I'm hungry, and am hunting for insects to scoff.' <br />By my intrusion, the hedgehog seemed annoyed; <br />Encounters with humans, they try hard to avoid. <br /> <br />He was otherwise engaged: he could not stay, <br />He soon turned tail, and then scampered away. <br />Seeing a hedgehog in these parts, is a rare sight: <br />So now, forever in my mind, I will recall that night.<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hungry-hedgehog/
