I remember the days when I was in port of Salalah,
Sultanate of Oman.
I was working in Port controllers building a mountain top.
It's really interesting, you crawled in the midnight and I offered you a bowl of rice,
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Nimal, this is precious. It is amazing how little memories like this can have such an effect on us. Plus, I think hedgehogs are just so darn cute. A wonderful tribute to your little friend. Blessings-TGR
Delightful write! One summer I wrote poetry in an old barn with only the groundhogs for company. I took them apples. If I sat very still, I could watch them enjoy my gift. We said our silent goodbyes one autumn day when the snowflakes were falling. I hope that the ancestors of those groundhogs and hedgehogs remember their human friends. Kindest regards, Sandra