Hedgehog Poem by Leo Yankevich

Hedgehog



Beneath the rowan berry,
the mackerel midnight,
with dew upon its snout,
foe to the frog and beetle,

always in the corner
of grey tabby cat eyes,
it greets me as if Plato
in the cave, I with beer

deposit bottles, and belly
graveyards towards heaven
that only I can people
in Hades or at home.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 29 April 2015

Great poem. Beautiful and well written Most enjoyable and as a reader gave me great pleasure Thanks BB

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Leo Yankevich

Leo Yankevich

Farrell, Pennsylvania
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