Hedgehog

Our little native porcupine

You’re name suggests you are porcine.

An explosion in a needle store

A hedge hopping tiny spiky boar

You’re little mousy face

In pain it’s encased

To hold you I would love

Pain too much I’d need a glove

You hide in leaves and sleep when cold

Beneath the colours red and gold

Until new life springs forth again

Little hedgehog in ball remain

When you finally thaw out

You’ll twitch and use your nosey snout

Rid my garden of all the pests.

Slugs and snails you will digest

So you are my garden ally

You clear my grass and keep no tally

No pay requested no fee or receipt

I’ll leave you food, my friend petite