The snail moves like a <br />Hovercraft, held up by a <br />Rubber cushion of itself, <br />Sharing its secret <br /> <br />With the hedgehog. The hedgehog <br />Shares its secret with no one. <br />We say, Hedgehog, come out <br />Of yourself and we will love you. <br /> <br />We mean no harm. We want <br />Only to listen to what <br />You have to say. We want <br />Your answers to our questions. <br /> <br />The hedgehog gives nothing <br />Away, keeping itself to itself. <br />We wonder what a hedgehog <br />Has to hide, why it so distrusts. <br /> <br />We forget the god <br />under this crown of thorns. <br />We forget that never again <br />will a god trust in the world. <br /> <br /> <br />from 'Poems 1968-1998'<br /><br />Paul Muldoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hedgehog-3/
