The Day I Met the Hedgehog

I was walking in the woods,

so many trees,

and a hedgehog came,

“Do you want some tea?”

“What?”

“I got biscuits and cream…

Cream for the tea,

Not for biscuits.”

He was only up to my knees.

He had a striped bow tie.

He had a plaid vest,

Colors of brown.

Chestnut, beige, buff and coffee.

He had dark brown boots.

“Yes, I would like some tea.”

In the bushes, under the roots,

Feet in the water, head in the leaves.

A hole, a burrow, in the ground.

“It’s home sweet home,

It’s safe and sound.”

I had to crouch to get through the door.

A pot on a open fire,

Water boiling for tea.

On a table,

The tea and cream.

“It’s 4:03,”

He says,

“Late for the tea!

At the table was the tea,

Black, yellow, herbal and green.

The afternoon was long,

Soon the night started.

Over a log,

Feet in a river.

“I have to go,

Will you still be here?”

“If you’re in time for the tea,

Then yes.”