Rhyming Hog

I’ve spent a long time this morning thinking up a little poem. I hope you like it:

Us hedgehogs at Prickles
We’re safe, warm and fed,
By the People Thingys tirelessly working.

In our own little crates
We think it’s just great,
Through the nice times and even when hurting.

With a fleece blanket cover
To snuggle beneath,
We can slowly get healthy and fat

For a Big Sleep we need
But on cat meat we feed,
We might even wear festive hats.

So at this Christmas time
We give thanks for our lot,
We are all really grateful to be saved.

And from now until Spring
We’ll be lovingly tucked in,
Time at Prickles on our hearts is engraved.

Catch you again soon.
Love Crispian


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