Long Hedgehog Poems
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The wind has dropped
The Sun now shines so bright
And flowers now burst into life
Ever since daylight
A ladybird has just passed me by
His red wings flutter and shine
Accompanied by a Butterfly
A scene that is so gentle and fine
A Bumble Bee comes bussing by
Collecting Nectar on the wing
Close by upon a branch
A wren begins to sing
A wondrous sight in the morning dew
Even a Hedgehog goes scuttling past
Looking for a morning snack
Until back in the undergrowth at last
A little Robin flies past and settles nearby
And chirps a happy sound
Looking for his morning feed
Worms that come out from underground
The Daffodils are in full bloom
Sharing the lime light with Tulips abound
As other spring flowers pop out their heads
Having spent the winter underground
Spring really is a joyous time of the year
As the Garden comes alive
The Birds are singing their merry tunes
As in the sun they really thrive
The Lavender bush is beginning to flower
Releasing that pleasant pungent smell
That fill the air so beautifully
And attracts the Bees so well
Birds, Animals and insects abound
At this magical time of year
It makes me want to sit and ponder
And release a little tear
And thank the Lord for giving us
Such a wondrous site to see
Yes Spring is here in all its splendour
Where else would you need to be.
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.
Don’t invite squirrel hedgehog said in a persnickety way.
I have to, he’s my bestie especially on a windy day!
Hedgehog kept his mouth shut, but he was unhappy for sure.
He did not like squirrel’s tail, it was fluffy, and it had its own grr.
I am afraid of the tail, hedgehog finally admitted to me.
I rolled my eyes and my body and landed under a big oak tree.
It’s only a tail, it cannot bite you, I said.
Hedgehog argued, my cousin invited squirrel, and now he is dead.
How old was your cousin? I asked, wondering now.
He was a mere ninety-nine years, and he still rode his own cow.
He had a bunch of ***** and sass, my third cousin squirrel.
But now he is dead, and frankly, I blame that squirrel.
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
09~29~14
Contest: Animal Poem
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
~awarded 3rd Place ~
Sorry if I leave you star shooken
I’m just doing me
I’m just dancing like no one is looking
All the good things are taken
So I’m looking for great
I’m eating sweat potatoes and success
Man I love what’s on my plate
Hate me
Regret me
Does it look like I care?
I have Whitney
Tired of these Hedgehog lookin Heffas
Who told you yall was pretty
I am poison ivy
But you can’t get rid of me
I'm doing me
2 quarters 5’3
Hold a grudge
You don’t matter
Only blue matters
Be vindictive
I’m eating sweat potatoes and success
Man I love what’s on my plater
Does it look like I care
I have 2 jobs and I’m healthy
I'm doing things that make me happy
Thank you Jasmine Hines cause she compels me
I'm doing me
Act like a b
I’ll climb into your mind
Like little white boys climb trees
Call me names
Do what you please
Just make sure you don’t come my way with you fleas
Does it look like I care?
It's not like I believe you
I know you're full of sin
You're just a liar
Keep to yourself
I'm doing me
And I'm not feeling sorry
Karma is real
It'll come back around
You think you're free from me
Think again
The loss of me will haunt you
I'm just an American boy
With a Kentucky soul
A unorthodox spirit
Two coffee brown eyes
An Angela Renee heart
French lips
A midget body
A pisces attitude
A hair grease mind
2 awesome dogs
1 awesome sister
1 missing sister
1 piss poor sister
A Lexington love
A set of piss poor social skills
A Phoenix Place childhood
All the way to the end
Ima eat everything on my plate
No if, ands, or depends
If I piss you off
Better go buy you some depens
Only truth matters
Only blue matters
You read to the very end
So only you matter
Hedgehog did not want an ordinary plain willow or birch canoe.
She was a flashy brassy hedgehog; she wanted something new.
She told everyone she saw that she would be putting leaves together.
A new, lightweight canoe that would float in all kinds of weather.
Her relatives scoffed, her neighbors laughed. They told her it was silly.
She incorporated the help of her wizard cousin, Little Robotics Billy.
He spent a day eating all the brownies in her house, while he created.
A fancy leaf canoe, that was better than anything she had anticipated.
So now she floats around the pond in the fanciest canoe on the water.
Parents are finally proud of her. “There goes are brilliant daughter!”
Hedgehog has begged Billy to not make any more canoes like hers.
"Okay, as long as you keep me in brownies,” he often purrs.
It was November first, Hedgehog Grandpa’s birthday.
"We’ve got to be going!" Mom was yelling that day.
The one that was keeping us back was brother Gay.
A slow poke again, on that cool Saturday.
"I am leaving now." The voice was loud, from Dad.
"I am right behind you!" I yelled. My name is Thad.
My mother was holding a gift, so that is rad.
Because it is the birthday of H.G., our granddad.
As we headed down to Gramp’s tree, Gay caught up.
He had six excuses, most of them about having to sup.
He was still carrying a bit of toast and a coffee cup.
"When we get there," Dad said “You had better shape up!”
Grandpa came to the door and yelled “I’ll be!”
If anyone acted surprised ever, it was certainly he.
We do this every year, but still this pleased thee.
“Happy birthday!” I yelled to Grandpa. He said "You surprised me!"
Working in the garden
The sun is on the wane
and it is approaching evening
Down by the garden fence
I throw some compost
Hear something that moves slowly
Wonder what it might be
I stand for a while as quiet that I can be
Out of the leaves comes a small nose protruding
Who are you I wonder
Weird, funny sounds I hear
Slowly comes my garden guest out of the leaves
Rolling round, small cute feet, pink little nose
and a body full of spikes
Such a cute hedgehog you are
You are very welcome in my garden
02.06.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Skip
Small skip, big skip,
mid skip
for a Yolosnip.
Skip in the Frumpket sun.
Skip in the Frumpket rain.
Small skip, big skip, mid skip fun.
Skip, skip, skip.
Slip, slip, slip.
Forward skip, back skip.
Sideways skip.
Skip, skip, skip.
Slip, slip, slip.
A skip
isn’t really a skip
without a slip.
Skip
into a bathtub of cheese dip.
Or skip
onto a parsnip.
Skip onto a fingertip.
Or skip
up onto a small ship.
On a grass strip
and on the porch lip
a skip
isn’t really a skip
without a slip.
Skip, skip, skip.
Slip, slip, slip.
Skip like a Frumpket dog.
Skip like a Frumpket frog.
Skip like a Frumpket hog.
Skip like a Frumpket hedgehog.
Skip, skip, skip, skip.
Slip, slip, slip, slip.
A skip
isn’t really a skip
without a slip.
Through a hoop skipping.
Through fog skipping.
Be good at skipping
or be not good at skipping.
Or be the best at skipping.
Good, not good, at skipping
or best at skipping ...
It doesn’t matter! You WILL slip!
You will still slip!
Small skip, big skip, mid skip.
Skip. Skip. Skip.
A skip
isn’t really a skip
without a slip!
Watch and listen carefully.
There, do you hear the stirring?
Wander over and move the bracken
see the hedgehog scurry away,
now fat and sleepy
Tall pines are waving
as the gentle breeze blows
branches are dancing
Aromatic scent of their wood
floods the valley, everything
smelling so fresh from the tang.
Birds sing out in happiness
perching high up in the canopy.
The mighty oak who's
heavily laden acorns
crash down to the ground
Squirrels quickly gather them up
to store for winter hiding them
in hollow trunks and small cracks.
Then tuck themselves up
in their dreys to hibernate
Horse chestnut ripens
swelling up in fruition
kernels taste so sweet
Now the hot chestnut sellers
stand by their braziers
toasting the nuts
passing them out in
brown paper bags,
watch the child tossing one
from hand to hand
impatient for them to cool
Ash stately stands guard
over the silent churchyard
no trespassing here
Well tended graves
nestle under its canopy
crosses and angels standing watch too,
a quiet place to come and reflect.
Yew so poisonous
keeps the animals at bay
protecting the graves