Hedgehog
No one could call you spineless.
The armour takes care of that.
Getting to the heart of you is hard -
that quiet determination that lets you
get on with living...
Sight failing in half-light
we hear you in hedgerows
scavenging for slugs -
watch you curl into a defensive ball
just like you do in your hibernation
when breathing almost stops.
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