He’s cute in his face
He moves slow, with no grace
His language can be sometimes scary
He is careful and always wary.
He’s a mammal, our little friend,
prefers in gardens his time to spend.
He’s immune to a snake’s bad bite
to many of us he’s a normal sight.
He’s useful to gardens eats varmins and worms
if she feeds her babies she’s immune to storms.
Their fur is some special with defensive skills
They might be dangerous and are called quills.
He’s not a mammal you would like to pat
In fall he eats more, and stuffs himself fat.
In winter he usually sleeps all the way through
until spring when he’s back, a regular view.
When he is in danger he rolls into a ball
he’s not very big, actually he’s quite small
I guess enough hints, it’s time to lift the fog
Of course I’m talking about the hedgehog.
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, January 2017)