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Look! Can you see? Out of the window?
Snowflakes are falling, white blankets are forming.
Patience, little one,
Soon it will be quilted and quiet.
Not far away, three small mammals are doing their sleeping:
The dormouse, pipistrel and the solitary hedgehog -
Mystical prickled pig of the hedgerow.
Ssh, she's away with the fairies.
Snug in her nest, may her slumbers be blessed.
One in a million,
She's a spherical urchin
Curled tight on a cushion of twigs.
Hedgehog is dreaming, snuffling,
To chobble on tanklements of millipede and earwig.
No, no, no!
No mediaeval harbinger of doom -
She's a bristly broom,
Self-anointed by toad skin and poo,
She brushes in spring anew.
And in the half-lit, moonlit summers,
Her little donnies will write spells -
Not ‘ills’, with her quills,
As trails of silvered cursive script
In the glistening ink of snails -
Near nanny’s pots and pails on the patio.
Later, little one,
Her thorny needles will stitch cobwebs of autumn
Between the railings on the hill,
Knitting together a tapestry of seasons.
Shapeshifting.
Bewitching.
Knocking into a golden gate
A familiar face approaches
Staring and observing my fate
And it's tough for me to process
They let me in past the doorway
A thinness in the air embrace
The vision seems a bit starry
Wandering in this solemn place
Walking past in the grandeur hall
A hand guides me through a stoa
Marching with my hand on the wall
Snuffling scent of lush aroma
Reaching the end of the journey
A man queries with supple voice
Asking if I am that worthy
I responded yes with rejoice
With the increasing shriek of rooks
He patted me and confided
You are not written in the books
Then swiftly woke up alighted
Describe heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
August 30,2018
The pigs got in my garden
They wrecked my vegetable patch
I chased them round all morning
But, not one, could I catch
I tempted them with biscuits
And a loaf of wholemeal bread
They did not seem impressed
They preferred my veg instead
Covered in dirt and sweaty
I continued with my task
Stripped to the waist and grubby
And wearing a muddy mask
My neighbours thought it funny
They were watching me with glee
So I stopped my amusing antics
And had a cup of tea
A plan, I thought, a plan
That’s what I really need
I drove down to the shop
To buy some fresh pig feed
I laid a trail of pig food
Across the garden, to the fence
They started taking notice
They started to see sense
Snuffling down the trail, they went
To the hole from whence they came
Through the gap into the field
To their piggy wig domain
© 03-12-2008
Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.
Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek
with a watery sunlight.
Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.
A Blue Jay raps his usual rib-digging oldie.
Felicity flutters the loose and drifting:
the soft green carousels of evening,
the pirouette and circumvolve promenading.
Leaf bundles are ransacked by delving voles
but gently.
Seeing all this
I paint the hedgerow again with this eventide wash,
watch it all spun into dusk
from these owl bright eyes.
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 ~
Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.
Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek
with a watery sunlight.
Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.
A Blue Jay raps his usual rib-digging oldie.
Felicity flutters the loose and drifting:
the soft green carousels of evening,
the pirouette and circumvolve promenading.
Leaf bundles are ransacked by delving voles
but gently.
Seeing all this
I paint the hedgerow again with this eventide wash,
watch it all spun into dusk
from these owl bright eyes.
Fall
Autumn
Leaves of gold
Squirrels squirrel
their larders to fill
with nuts acorns fruits seeds
Hedgehogs start to hibernate
snuffling cosy place for to sleep
whilst Nature dreams of her Spring Parade
Written 25th August 2019
Contest Name Autumn or September or October Nonet
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Syllables Per Line: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Total # Syllables: 45
Shorn from arbor crowns by sharp northern breeze
Aging maple leaves curl like rumpled rugs,
Falling as stars amidst disrobing trees
Shivering in the face of hoar frost hugs.
A wee mouse sniffs wind which wakens his needs.
Snuffling with fury, tossing leaves about
To find nuts and seeds among grass and weeds
He scratches and scurries with whiskered snout.
His tit-mouse neighbor hurries to his spouse
Twittering that it’s time to fetch some seeds;
Together they gather and chase off grouse
To hide in the grass of murky marsh meads.
Furry gray mouse and tan titmice agree
To stay winter’s course in tunnel or tree.
10/29/2019
Contest: New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Today’s stroll has a crisp air tone
Aiding us to adore nature’s home
I’m enjoying the cool breeze,
She is too
Both feel ready
For a nice long exploration tour
I look at beauty of trees and branches
She inspects scents and traces with great interest
I take notice of blue skies and white puffy clouds
She concentrates on sniffing wet grounds
I admire gorgeous flowers showing their faces
She examines various animal dashes
I respect thick luscious lawns’ greenness
She looks for the right one to do her business
I promptly use a bag to clean after her
She waits for me to follow the order
I see signs of houses on sale
Quickly take information to tell a friend
She keeps using her strong sense of smell
Stays busy exploring more lawns and trails
I enjoy seeing beautiful wreaths hanging on front doors
She still is interested in sensing numerous odors
I like to appreciate various landscapes
She loves snuffling nearby bushes
I stop and listen to singing birds
She takes time to snort shrubberies even more
I learn about trees, leaves, flowers and birds
She gathers knowledge of inscriptions of various critters
We come back home to start with the day’s work
I get busy with chores
She gets ready for a long nap lying happily on the floor
When you put on your coat
and light a smoke
on the front stoop, December
gusts tear into you. But
that drag rides all the way
down as you shut your lids.
A hat like your dad
wore when he thrummed
his bass at the clubs, skitters
down the street, no one
to chase and bring it back.
For the first time you notice
a distant train bellowing
like a bull past consolation.
A man in his 20’s wanders
under a streetlamp, snuffling
now unmistakable. You offer
your handkerchief
but the wind is fierce
and deafening. The night enfolds
him like an endless black
curtain. You barely make
out the whimper you follow
for blocks, until you find
a spaniel too afflicted
to stand. Why is tonight
different? Saturday or Wednesday
you’d have returned home.
But now, at 10:37, something
rough bruises your chest.
You remove your jacket
and wrap him delicately, singing
in a whisper. You bend
to kiss his sloppy snout.
Now something turns
your bones to light.