A world discarded when daylight drops
Lines its edges for little feet
to patter past the locked-up lawns
Guarded by the ribs of gates,
till down a bare-bone barricade
a Broken brick lets him slip
and in he comes to find a dish…
(a mosaic tribute filled to drink,,,)
While in the porch light blushing pink,
a second offer piles a plate,
And, as in some kind spirit’s dream
The hedgehog leaves the dish all clean.
This is delightful! At our previous house we had regular hedgehog visitors and got some great nocturnal footage on the trail camera. No stills as good as this one though!
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