The hedgehog's gift of parody

I heard you calling
puss-puss-puss to my hedgehog
as you hid in the hedge last night.
She was imitating you, in reply.
Well, stoop it! To rub
her up the wrong way
magnetizes, and the clock tells time off.

My hedgehog - ardent pilgrim -
fancies that she wends her way,
on hands and knees
around the cobblestones of Solomon's labyrinth
every sundown on my lawn, her
devotion undisturbed by catcalls.

You made love to my hedgehog last night.
Refrain! Where she thinks you'll
touch her next, she tingles.

© Dennis List