Hedgehog Hibernation Poem by Phil Soar

He vanished on a late October night
To hide somewhere while sleep took it's hold
He would only wake if warmth and hunger took a grip
And then fall back to sleep until the spring
When nature got impatient, and called his name at break of dawn
And then and only then, his heart would skip a beat
Returning to a natural beat, and welcoming him
On waking, he would retrace journeys of months before

The Hedgehog dreamed of that, and nothing more.