Awakening in my pile of Autumn leaves,
I yawn with happiness, stretching my legs,
I stick my nose out of the leaves and sniff!
It’s evening. The air is subtle and musky…
I feel safe to take my first steps outside.
After a long, warm sleep, I’ve been prepared-
To endure in my nightly, 1-mile stroll.
Setting off, into the golden, glowing Sunset,
I look up and study the scenery in awe,
Lots of flashing lights, illuminating the sky,
To the shallow, sleek star-struck field of nature.
I wish I could move my leaf-pile house here!
The steady silence is easy to fall in love with:
You can wander with no anxiety, simply existing.
An abundance of berries blinds me-
With joy! I munch on their fruitful colours.
Regaining energy, I come across something new;
A small hut, covered in leaves, it’s cosy-looking.
I look inside to see if it’s a vacant little house,
Feeling like the naughty, young ‘Goldylocks’.
Eventually, I begin to forget what was important,
My small pile of leaves, the perfect Hedgehog Home.