After years of teaching the poem below, I met my first hedgehog last week.
He ambles along like a walking pin cushion,
Stops and curls up like a chestnut burr.
He's not worried because he's so little.
Nobody is going to slap him around.
Translated from the Chinese by Kenneth Rexroth
|Daisy is a pygmy hedgehog, smaller than my hand.|
|My daughter and her friend -- Daisy's favorite person.|
The quills won't prick you when she's relaxed, but petting a hedgehog is a strange sensation. They feel kind of like fingernails. Daisy likes to take naps with her best friend (above, on right), nestled in the crook of her arm. Big personality in a small package -- as noted by Chu Chen Po.
I hope you enjoyed the cuteness. More Poetry Friday at Marjory's Paper Tigers!