Hedgehog In My Garden
Hedgehog in my garden,
so slow and sleepy,
allowed me to take five photographs of him.
Hibernation still in memory,
evening bringing another day to a close,
a saucer of water I laid down by his nose
did not interest him,
just wanted to curl up in his brown spiky coat,
and nestle into the blank black
of small omnivorous mammal repose.
I managed to scoop him up on a shovel
with the sweep of a brush,
to lay him down and cover him with twigs for safety,
among the roots of a bush.
That is the second time I have seen him.
Happy to have a hedgehog in my garden.
For such a sight to give me pleasure,
as it would a child, I know my heart will never harden.