Written for:  Blogging From A to Z – “H”

What is creeping through
my hedges this dark night?
Ah, tis merely a hedgehog
with poor eyesight foraging
through hedges for his food.
He has to hurry; his lifespan
is short. If I open the door,
he scurries away, cheeks filled.

Blogging From A to Z April Challenge

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to

  1. What a cute little critter. You give us such a great view from the hedge of life.
    Hoping you are safe and well.


  2. msjadeli says:

    Sounds like an industrious traveler.


  3. -Eugenia says:

    Ah, the life of a hedgehog! They’re cute little critters.


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