‘Twas in the hopeful month of March, 

bright daffodils were swaying. 

You caught my eye and pricked my heart, 

whilst in the roadway, laying. 

 

Once wayward urchin wanderer, 

now trembling of quill, 

I could not leave you to your fate, 

so featherlight, so still. 

 

I launched a rescue mission; plucked 

your spiny soul from danger, 

transformed a humble cardboard box 

to comfortable container. 

 

You curled up tight on broadsheet page, 

showed no sign of recovery. 

Perturbed, I rushed you to the vet - 

there came the shock discovery. 

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It seemed that you, dear thorny tot 

for whom I’d taken trouble, 

crept not from nest but fell from hat - 

not ‘hedgehog’, but a bobble.

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