A hedgehog left its safe daylight abode.
Needing to traverse a care less road
That flowed its hard black strength
An unforgiving length across an ancient track,
Which dated back to time before
A landscape scored with sudden light
Would frighten soft small squelchy things
With recent risks our swiftness brings.
Its last and fast as could go pace
Had proved too slow for it to win the race,
Or know, its nightly jaunts
To seek old haunts; were past.
© James Rainsford 2011
Note to readers: Posted to open night at dVerse Poets on 2nd August. Your feedback is very welcome. Please click on the comments tab below to leave your views. I'll try to respond to all who visit. Thanks and kind regards to all at DVerse Poets, particularly to hedgewitch for hosting this week's event. James.