Sunday, 24 July 2011

stone #24

outside the back door there is a hedgehog,
head half turned towards me, 
his liquorice black nose sniffing the air.

we watch each other carefully
until he trundles off up the path,
his toffee-coloured spines wiggling
like some prehistoric creature.


Linda H. said...

Nice work and the last three lines are super.

Mark Sargeant said...

Thanks Linda. I've not seen a hedgehog for a long time and I was amazed how close it came to me; and how strange it actually was.

Susannah said...

Wonderful description! (I love your writing.) :-)