Hedgehog

Walking on the stars 
of dew reflecting sky,
steps of spring offguard
led by second sight.

A weight of native senses
shrunken to the key,
scents of essence lend
to forward feel by feel.

Sleeping through the days
of skies deprived of stars,
alive to come what may,
evolved to not see far.

Fancy Dress

It was dark

in O'Leary's

paved back yard. 

I was sporting

my togs, 

and legwarmers.

A length 

of wool secured

a notice

attempting to

explain the motive 

of my costume:

'FAME'.

I'm gonna live forever,

Baby, remember my name.

My sister then,

in furry mittens,

knitted layers,

the perfect kitten.

Hair contrived

to look like ears,

her sign

relaying the already clear:

'Puss In Boots'.

A recent recall

of her fluffy shoes

while I wore socks

revealed my mother's weak excuse;

Averil had thrown together

her own costume.