When all the birds are asleep in the trees
And the earth cooled from the heat of the day
And the chilly night broken by a breeze
The prickly hedgehog comes out to play.
Silently stirring from its daytime sleep
It wanders slowly through gardens and parks
Far away from its home in the compost heap
Ears pricked, nose twitching it stands still and harks.
Caterpillars asleep dreaming on the leaf
Hanging in the night airs a ghostly white
Do not hear the prickly lowly thief
Creep up and take them in the dead of night.
Caterpillars do not get a good deal
When the hedgehog’s seeking a tasty meal.
How the predators prey on the innocents sleeping on? Is it possible to keep vigil night and day? Enjoyed the poem!
David, you brought our the balance of nature in a lucid manner. We seem to conclude poor caterpillar and don't see the leaves eaten by the caterpillar. Thank you for another sonnet of great beauty.
pearly words dreaming on... night broken by a breeze...and the concluding line fantastically Mr.David
Your sonnets are very comprehensive David, who would have thought of hedgehogs and caterpillars as a subject. Very good as always.
I never saw one hedgehog on my entire life. I just know that they roll like a ball to face the enemies. Very good description Poet. Makes me smile! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, the caterpillar always gets a raw deal. But in this case it gets eaten.