The Hungry Hedgehog Poem by Angela Wybrow

By the time I returned back to our estate,
The sky was dark, and it was getting late.
I came into a large, moonlit square,
And a hungry hedgehog, I saw there.

At seeing the hedgehog, I felt such a thrill;
I stopped in my tracks, and stood stock still.
Seeing him there was quite a surprise;
For a few moments, we interlocked eyes.

He looked, as if to say ‘Why are you looking at me?
What's the big deal? There's nothing to see!
I've been a hedgehog since I was born:
For me, being a hedgehog is quite the norm! '

‘You are the one, who looks rather weird,
And you are the one, who should be feared.
I don't see your kind often: you are quite rare.
So please could you not just stand and stare? '

‘Right, well, if we're done here, then I'll be off:
I'm hungry, and am hunting for insects to scoff.'
By my intrusion, the hedgehog seemed annoyed;
Encounters with humans, they try hard to avoid.

He was otherwise engaged: he could not stay,
He soon turned tail, and then scampered away.
Seeing a hedgehog in these parts, is a rare sight:
So now, forever in my mind, I will recall that night.