This week’s poem, called Hedgehogs, is by Mervyn Crown
Hedgehogs they say are in decline
But they seem to congregate round mine
I put out food every night
So they put on weight ready to hibernate.
Mealworms, peanuts, dry food and treats
Is what I put out for them to eat
A concrete slab sunk in the ground
Is their feeding place all year round.
It’s not just food but water they need
So they can have a drink as they feed
Water they have in a shallow dish
So they can drink as they wish.
Their numbers I know have increased
So I’ll keep feeding them for a time at least
Last year I thought there was only four
Now there could be six, eight, ten or even more.
Their little faces are quite sweet
As I sometimes stand and watch them eat
But as winter approaches and they disappear
I’ll be ready with some food again next year.
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