On the nocturnal visiting of hedgehogs

The hedgehog, a curious fellow,
long snout and all sniffing.
Visited me on a long night,
I believe hunting for slugs.

I often went out late,
to see if I could coach him near,
but not with bread and milk,
no cat food was the nibble of choice,
surely more of a morsel than a slug.

But this poem, is not really about,
Hedgehogs nor their sniffing.
Its about the time spent,
at my Grandma’s, when I was younger.

Those night were the most peaceful,
times of visits, hoping all slugs were not to be found,
and hedgehogs would keep on sniffing.


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