Surprisingly Sprite

 

Surprisingly sprite,

he ventures out into the night.

Not a leisurely stroll, but a fight to survive.

Predators try to hunt him down.

Cloaked by darkness, he creeps

trying not to make a sound.

He stops... 

A terrifying squeak.

An aerial attack, flapping wings,

talons glint like knives,

feathers flying.

He tucks himself in,

a ball of protective spikes.

To save him from the beasts

that want a bite.

 

Rustling through the undergrowth,

under starlight’s gaze.

To his little eyes

this is like a maze, all twists and turns.

Towering weeds, gigantic trees

climbing like skyscrapers,

touching the heavens above.

Grass loomed over,

a canopy of dark green,

but he knows his way,

through the hedgerows,

amongst the undergrowth,

across the fields,

through dirt and mud.

Avoiding those out for his blood.

 

Surprisingly sprite,

into the night

he plodded.

Stubby little legs

darted.

At the scent of food.

All spikes and big appetites,

the hedgehog departed.

Through the maze he ran,

past the old skyscraper trees,

back home for the night

to rest and feast.

 

 

Thanks For Reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle