Prickly Feet

Prickly Feet. Along they scurried, with their prickly feet, Across the grass, quick as a heartbeat, Into a huddle, the pointed noses went, For the meal, at her door, they assent. Little grey noses, sniffing all around, It was the dog's food, they had found. To get there first, they did aspire, Before Mr Fox came out of the mire! Not many, of us left they thought, But at this house, they had sought, some kind food, through the winter, It’s all they need, plus shelters of timber. So a few days later back they came, And now there were four at the door. So the story ends on a happy note, Conservation and hedgehogs get my vote.