Spike
Spike is my name as I stretch and yawn on this beautiful sunny morn
Poking my nose through leaves and debris I sniff the sweet Spring air
Inside my den I hibernate through winter’s cold away from harm
Kaleidoscopes of colour and warmth permeate my prickly skin
Enough of sleep I need to eat ~ hear my tum rumble as out I tumble
Written: 28th March 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart
5th place
Contest A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE
Sponsor Brian Strand
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Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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