Hedgehogs
My hedgies are tossed here and there across my study furniture.
I guess in “reality” they are nocturnal,
however, they are always bright eyed and open in my home.
Some of them have a “for special” place they like to rest;
I try to remember to place them there.
Some of them, like the salt and pepper shakers,
prefer to group in clumps and chatter.
The one among the barbed wire collection is a bit of a bristly sort himself.
Then when my back is turned, the others say he smiles.
They’ve come together, year after year, as gifts from friends or myself.
They like all my poetry and aren’t near as messy as racoons!
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