You walk on golden sand
Or fly with outstretched arms
Above grey cliffs and foaming sea
Perhaps in a forest laced with twisted oaks
When I got home that night, I noticed the smiling jack-o-lantern in my front yard was crushed. It wasn’t merely crushed, it was decimated. Stamped to a mush on the porch. “Wankers” I cursed. Bloody trick or treat mafia had paid me a visit. Christ some kids can be little bastards. I knew immediately the ringleader was likely to be Benny Dunn.
I don’t know much about hedgehogs but I like them. I like the way they move. I like the way they transform into a ball when threatened or scared. I like them as they’re happy to eat the slugs in my garden and I like them because of the reaction our cats have when they encounter one.