Best Hedgehog Poems
A hedgehog sat upon a log
And ate a purple fig.
Soon, all that he had left of it
Was half a purple twig.
Next morning, he arose anew;
Declared that he felt fine.
Except for one development,
He now had purple spines!
1st Place in “Animal Nonsense” Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
For an hour
Cicadas saw at the early August evening
While thunder purrs as kittens
In the yarn of dark clouds balled up out west over Ionia County
Trees prepare their umbrellas
The Tigers on TV swing away in the 3rd inning
A good book in hand
Then out of hand
A den of lions-wind roars outside our patio window
Devours the screens
I jump back
House turns black
And our 100-year old standing friends
Just like that
Break in half no more than the unlucky draw of straws
While others are plucked like Hedgehog mushrooms
All thrown down
At dawn
Sunlight strikes of leftover lightning
Flashes through new holes punched in the canopy
I hadn’t seen the sky in my backyard for decades
But there it is
Claw marks across the laid-down lambs on forest floor
And upon the beast of me who lies beside them.
Harry the hedgehog was wandering by
Looking for a spot where he could fly,
This is quite serious cause hedgehogs you see
Well, they sort of wobble along just like me.
He wobbled along till he came to the pond
He looked at the rock that the frog sat on,
"If I flew off of there I just might get wet,"
And he chewed a hole in his bottom lip.
Miss Katydid sat on the back of a chair
And he wondered how she got way up there,
She gave a great leap, did a double back flip
And landed on poor Harry's sore little lip.
As he wandered along an old crow flew by
And swooped toward Harry from way up high,
And I heard Harry say as he gave a big sigh
"Won't somebody help me learn how to fly?"
Just about then a vulture flew in
And dug his claws into Harry's skin,
Then off he flew at a terrible pace
With Harry dangling from the Vulture's legs.
They dipped and dived, swooped and swirled
Until Harry thought they were leaving this world,
When suddenly he whirled and dove back toward earth
And sat Harry down by a big pile of dirt.
He wobbled his way to the top of this heap
Trying to decide if he should make the big leap,
He puffed up and bristled and to my surprise
Tears started to flow from his little eyes.
As his sore lip trembled, I heard him say
"I guess there'll be no more flying today."
I wanted to ask him what the matter could be
When I heard him say, "I got air sick you see."
Now Harry the hedgehog wobbles along,
Humming his own little hedgehog song,
He's happy, as happy as he can be
"I'll just wobble along like grandma," said he.
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written l998 Cile Beer
The Hedgehog
The Hedgehog went for a walk one day.
Off out all on his own, What can I say.
He crossed the road but he forgot to look left and right.
He didn’t see the car, In his sight.
It ran him over now he’s dead.
So we buried him, With a little cross, made out of lollipop sticks which read.
Hedgehogs dead.
Written for my two little Grandaughters.
Also known as a furze-pig, urchin or hedgepig
Your collective name is an array or prickle – how apt!
To me you are one of the cutest animals in the land
Born blind but soon you open beady black eyes
Your little snout pokes out and helps you forage
You love to eat worms, caterpillars and snails
Sometimes a tasty frog, baby bird or eggs
Your body is covered in defensive prickly spines
These are prone to fleas, oh that would make me itch!
Curling into a ball at the first sign of danger
Badgers, foxes and owls are your main predators
How I love the autumn, I find you nestled in the hedgerows
You sleep until you come out to play at night
Sometimes I wish I was like you and could hibernate
Sleep though the cold dull dreary dark winter days
You communicate by squealing, grunting and snuffling …
(I wonder… are all hedgehogs male!)
Sadly you are not very adept at crossing the road
I often see you as road kill and that makes me sad
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Contest: Animal Poem
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
~awarded 3rd Place ~
On a lovely sunny morn
Henry the lonely hedgehog
Awoke with sun as it reached dawn
As he heard some croaking frogs
With birds a chirping everywhere
And the frogs making their din
Henry, looking here and there
He gave a sleepy grin
He'd woke up from hibernation
All set for a brand new season
Looking forward to a new adventure
His waking gave him reason
To say 'hello' to all around
He felt real good today
He has a chat on the muddy ground
Then he went upon his way
As he strolled along the path
He saw old Polly Parrot
Old Polly he did make him laugh
He was chewing on a carrot
It's not the fool that parrots eat
But that's how Polly is
They both were happy so to meet
And spent their day in bliss
I ONCE MET A MAN IN ****
WHO’S TOOL WAS BIGGER THAN CORN
NO TWITTER NOR BLOG
THEY CALLED HIM HEDGEHOG
HE HUFFED PUFFED AND BLEW HIS OWN HORN
haikai
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the buddleia
a diurnal kingdom...
butterfly courts
a coronation
the orb brightest of orange...
painted lady crowned
bees flowerflies wasps
most grateful to their host...
the gardener
nocturnal bats moths
hedgehogs if lucky a fox...
a hidden frog croaks
dusk a blackbird claims
no doubt a choral master...
may bugs abundant
the Scots pine maypole
cockchafer fly... encircle...
black headed gulls dine
sun rays horizons
belies wonder starlit night...
late rooks kark their way
slight cooling breeze
female mosquitos' biting...
still the blackbird sings
Oh lovely, little hedgehog, playing in the grass,
I love your prickly, stylish coat, it brings you so much sass.
I see that little nose of yours, twitching to no end,
sniffing out the next hot thing, the next must-have fashion trend.
But I am on to you little hedgehog, playing in that grass.
I will not just sit here idle by, with two thumbs up my ass.
I know you’re planning something big, something evil too,
when I look into those eyes of yours, you become a cunning shrew.
You stole my Chanel, and my Versace, I bet my Armani you did.
Don’t even try to deny it gurrl, for I am not a kid,
I’m all grown up and stronger now; look I’m taller too.
I’d think twice about crossing me again, especially if I were you.
So continue lovely, little hedgehog, playing in the grass,
I’ll be keeping an eye on you, under my big ol’ magnifying glass.
Maybe I’ll show you true style, some taste and if you’re lucky some true passion,
‘cause you, lovely, little hedgehog don’t know anything about fashion.
Hedgehog Blues
It’s not easy to hug a hedgehog…
But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t… Try
Just because he doesn’t dance…
Doesn’t mean he shouldn’t… Try
As rainbows reach across the sky…
His mind can reach across the sky…If he Tries
If you can dance, and reach, and Try
Don’t stand in his way as He attempts to Try
It’s not easy to hug a hedgehog…
But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t… Try
To just love him as he tries.
For love builds wings upon which to fly.
We have a hedgehog in the garden
Whose feels that spring is in the air
Making one hell of a noise
Hoping a mate will care
Think he is getting frustrated
Cos no answer call he hears
Round and round he shuffles
Hope he doesn’t spear
His manhood on those spikes of his
That would be a sin
Especially as he’s in love with my boot remover
That looks like him
He has been making advances
Well in fact I’ts more than that
Don’t think it’s scratched his itches though
Cos now he is looking at the cat.
Hope this ditty makes you smile
Cos a smile is better than a pill
But a down right belly laugh
Is the best medicine of all
baby hedgehog save
my cat was batting... beating
a grandson rescue
A family of 5, 4 plus mum. My cat was giving the one in the image a rough time and was rescued by my grandson. Happy to say it was not harmed.
Hare says I am far too slow
Earwig says to crawl below
Dormouse says and also toad
Go with care when on a road
Eagle says be keen of eye
Hen says crossing why am I?
Owl says wiser I should be
Good advice they all give me
We started up this charity when
We heard of the hedgehogs plight
There’s twenty thousand creatures
That get flattened every night
They run across the tarmac
As they head off to the wood
They never see the cars because
Their eyesight’s none too good
For hedgehogs are not clever
On the highway they can’t hack it
So we’d like to fit each one of them
With a bright fluorescent jacket
And then as we sort their clothing
And we’re measuring their chest
We can get our own optician
To perform an eyesight test
We’ll fit them all with spectacles
Glued on, so they don’t lose ‘em
And likewise with the jackets
They’ll have no choice but use ‘em
So please donate some money to
This worthwhile undertaking
It won’t be long, you’ll surely see
The difference we are making
i am the hedgehog
dying hour by hour
thorns falling out
one by one
without anyone
nor anything
noticing.
yes, i die little by little
for my pile of leaves
is burning like reed
and by the second the degrees heat
and in a fortnight
the pile of leaves will give away
to the match and phosphor of nature.
we all die, and so i shall too,
the little hedgehog...
and i will die a lonely
and burdened wanderer,
now that my pile of leaves
has turned to walpurgis ash -
but is it not beautiful
that the nails of the corpse keep on growing after death,
and that the memories of great deeds also echo,
atleast for a while -
until they too drop off the frequencies
and becomes lost
in the white noise static
of all meaningful happenings unremembered,
adding to a history
of lost and buried greatness...