The hedgehogs curled up by your shed
are scared. In fact, they live in dread
of dogs and drains and deep, dank ditches,
which plague these sorry sons of bitches!
Their days on earth are numbered too,
if climate change and all that’s true.
It could decline their population
and wipe these creatures from our nation.
These black-eyed fellows’ fiercest foe?
The farmer! And it’s touch and go
if they’ll survive his fascist farming.
Their habitat he’s always harming.
The badger preys on hedgehogs too
and chemicals - that toxic brew.
Cruel cars, (cold Cadillacs for killing)
the hedgehogs’ blood they’re always spilling.
The hedgehogs, curled up in a ball,
are spiky, sweet, and very small.
They need our help; don’t say I'm raving,
like sinful souls, they’re well worth saving!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2021 07:35
- Comment from author about the poem: for my spiky friends
- Category: Reflection
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I LOVE hedgehogs and agree completely with you Kev. Those dear little creatures need our support
A fine write Kevin.
A good writing ) maybe it is true , maybe it isn’t . I hope it isn’t . I love nature and animals so much .., too nice to be affected anymore .
Hedgehogs are adorable . ))
Great little plea, Kevin..... Suggestion - send some to Australia and let them go feral (there are one or two precedents for this) .....then we can export some back....increased trade with Britain after Brexit.... Problem solved.....
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