#hedgehogs
Harry the hedgehog and Sammy the Snail, lived together, in harmony, in the garden of a cottage called THE LAST TRAIL.
The owners of the cottage were indeed very nice. They were always putting out food for squirrels, hedgehogs’, snails and of course mice.
By day Sammy would pull his head inside his shell, which Sammy found kept him warm, very well.
Harry would pull his body in tight, making himself into a small ball.
Together Harry and Sammy would wait for night time to fall.
They would stay this way all through the day. Hidden and safe, with nothing to say.
When night time came, Harry would extend his body and shuffle his feet, wriggle his nose and walk down the path to his own rhythm and beat.
Sammy the snail would pop out his head and slide and glide along the garden path, swerving from side to side.
Together they would make their way to the vegetable bed where the owners of the cottage left some milk and soggy bread.
‘Yuk!’ thought Sammy, in his mind the owners, they weren’t being very kind.
Harry though he would stay and devour the meal while Sammy made his way to something that held better appeal.
Whilst Harry took his time consuming the soggy bread and milk. Sammy’s food choice was of another ilk.
Sammy made his way to the cabbages where he used his thousands of tiny teeth to strip the goodness from the leaves.
Bellies full Harry the Hedgehog and Sammy the snail made their way back home, leaving behind them a silvery trail.
They settled for the rest of the night, happy in each others company, waiting for tomorrow’s twilight.
When they would wake again and make their way to the vegetable bed to fill their tummies before returning to their own safe beds.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 5:51 AM UTC
Down in the grassy meadow
in the stump of an ancient tree,
surrounded by clandestine hedgerows,
lived the indolent Ms. Molly McGee.
She was a prickly sort of gal,
with a long, cold, pointy snout.
She rocked all day in her chair,
and sniffed everyone out.
So beady, small, and blackened
her wily eyes fool most anyone,
but only she knew her secret news:
Her eyesight was all gone!
Covered in sharp quills from her head to her ****
she displayed such a thorny demeanor
Under the solitary crescent moon, she sighed,
"I guess I could always be meaner."
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 3:41 AM UTC
we keep them in cages
we want all of our friends to see
so we put them on stages
they should be out there running free
my friend on the table
won't stop scratching at the glass
I've chosen to disable
this animal's natural path
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC