The Hedgehog And The Fox - Poem by Orlando Belo
As dusk fell, a fox walked down the street
searching for any scraps to eat.
Across gardens, and down people’s drives,
looking for anything dead or alive.
An assuming adult hedgehog scurrying by
caught the watchful fox’s eye.
Being a fox, it instinctively thought,
this meal was as good, as caught.
It stopped and sniffed it, from head to foot,
and couldn’t believe its stroke of luck.
However, a time for friendship this was not,
the wise hedgehog had sussed the plot.
Waiting on ceremony was not its style at all,
so the hedgehog rolled into a ball.
A predicament not met by the fox before,
which made it a mite unsure.
A tentative touch here, a gentle touch there,
but this wasn’t getting the fox anywhere.
It touched it again, then licked its paw,
this was an enigma, that’s for sure.
Taking two paces back, it pondered as it sat,
wondering how to unroll it flat.
Without warning it got up and peed on the ball,
but the hedgehog never flinched at all.
From further away the fox sat and observed,
waiting for the hedgehog to lose its nerve.
It peed on it once more, and again sat down,
and waited for it to become unwound.
It waited and waited, and became distracted,
then like a spring, the hedgehog reacted.
Through the grass it went and under a fence,
leaving the fox bemused, by its sudden absence.
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