The Hedgehog of Hendy

 

 

He was crossing the road

at midnight

in Hendy.

I hadn't seen one for ages.

I thought it was a rat at first,

but in the lamp light, he was going too slow. 

I heard the roar

of car

and he froze.

A cat was looking on

but thought better of messing with

the prickly fella.

He wasn't the only one.

My clutch had gone

on Junction 48

and I became as one

with the

nightlife

of

Hendy.

It was a very comforting sight.

nature, showing off in all its abundant glory

but had this nocturnal scuttler thrown me a dummy pass?

Was he in fact the immortal 'Draenog of Dafen',

the only Welsh Speaking Hedgehog alive today.

How did I know that he was a he?

He was going so slow, I presumed he must have been male.

I loved the feeling of being feral once again.

I felt like abandoning the car

and heading off into the hills

with the

Hedgehog

of

Hendy.