Not sure where it’s going, neither sure where it’s been
Innocence surrounds it, like a young child unaware but ‘so sweet’
It quietly plods around, in places hidden from our eyes.
Isolated it stays concelead, under starry skies
Peel back some spikes, some pain, and you'll see the creature smile again
Can kindness not be shown when cautious, it wonders asleep in it's secluded den
Fences of seclusion are brittle, hiding the tenderness of the gardens they conceal
The hedgehog’s not unkind, simply wary of those who think of him as their next meal
Where the spikes finally stop, soft beige fur starts
Onyx eyes prominent, expressionless. There’s no open book to a hedgehogs heart
A small black nose held out for guidance like a blind man wields a stick
Always at a disadvantage, more alert but never more cunning
As the milky light of the sun fades away
The hedgehog begins the day
Cautious but naive
Worshipping the unrealistic world it sees
Silently scuttling behind shrubbery walls
Head held down, a hedgehog does not stand tall
It’s the underdog, the tortoise not the hare.
Slow and steady wins the race, one day he’ll get there
[Not great, I know! Poetry really isn't my thing, just wrote it for school and thought I'd post it to see what you guys thought
