Hedgehog

Engaging little creature of the night,

I see you sometimes scuttling with intent

to reach that dark enclosure seeming safe

to ply your lowly domesticity.

Within that pile of sticks lies hidden bane.

They’re set for torching, this is Guy Fawkes night

and he is set for burning at that stake.

This overarching plan spells doom to yours.

And so the innocence of planned intent

will prove to be subversive of that good

we’ve planned and saved for family’s future days,

in ignorance of bank and parliament:

their wilful craze for power, consummate greed,

will spell our little castle’s detriment.