I am just a city girl, I'm calling up at city lights. The daily roar of traffic, unsettling on this chilly Tuesday night. I am frightened by my shadow, as sunlight comes around. I ran along the pathway outside my darkened house. Heard a creature snuffling, perhaps it was a mouse. Then my lovely carer crept outside the bungalow. Oh no, my shuffler got trod on. She thought it was the discarded head of a tatty old brush. A broom head, chucked out in the gloom. It was a little hedgehog. Poor creature creeping around in the dark. Went indoors. Found a torch. The pig of the hedge had gone. My carer told me she felt guilty. I said she need not be. As the hedgehog, scared by heavy feet. Was up the pathway nibbling meat. The meat was meant for me.