Sonnet 51: The Hedgehog And Caterpillar - Poem by David Wood
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.
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