Kirsanov.net: Wild Pleasure of Exploration.
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A halloween story, scary and true
Tae tale an auld Midst ye shadowy pine, O’ hedgehog wee and squirrel sae fine, Wi’ chum, the beaver brae, there they pine, Thae chipper twa, plus ane mak’ nine. In raiment fierce, all kitted grand, In pumpkin light, the wee band stand. A door charm’d ajar, by magic hand, A goblin’s den it seem’d,…
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Moonlight Delight
In a wily, woodland abode, ‘neath the boughs that wildly swayed, There lived a prickly lass, in Nature’s humble grade. A hedgehog of some learning, her eyes on stars unfurled, She sought the truths of cosmos, in this our earthly world. Her scope in hand, she scanned the skies, her mind in orbit flung, At…
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The Magic Show
A wee nimble squirrel, in the wildwood so fine, Found a box of tricks, a prize most divine, A magician’s set, left by a child behind, She read the manual, of the most erudite kind. Guided by the fine print, the squirrely lass, Learnt the art of magic, as the shadows did pass, Her audience,…
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Of mosquitos
In yonder wood where hedges grow, Lives prickly beast, a humble show. Ye hedgehog, snug in leafy bed, Seeks slumber for her weary head. Mosquitos, pests of twilight scene, They throng and thrum with questions mean. Their voices thin and grating shrill, Doth disturb the woodland’s still. “Why does the sun rise in the East?”…
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Sweet dreams, hedgehog
O little prickly beastie, the night was growing weary, Ye scrambled through the brushwood, your wee legs growing dreary. The woodpile caught your eye, its shelter to beckon, A cozy nook to rest your spines, safe from any reckon. Among the piles of timber your nest ye quickly wrought, The soft wood shavings curled, a…
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A night hunt
In the heart of the forest, when the moon was in sight, Wandered a hedgehog, under the cloak of the night. Her quills were a-quiver, her heart all a-throb, For a moth loomed ahead, and a really big blob. “Ah!” cried the hedgehog, “Could I ever beat Such a monster, with wings are so heavy…
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The Sweetest Thing
In meadow green, ‘neath moon’s soft sheen, a prickly maiden dwelt, A lass so small, in spines enthralled, and sweet-tooth passions felt. She sought her fill, o’er hill and rill, of treasures sugar-coat, In strawberries’ blush, in yoghurt’s rush, on sweetness she did dote. With chocolate bits she’d have her fits, so blissful to the…
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Spider’s rap
I’m the Spider, terror in the night, My web’s my stage, where I incite. Insects quiver, when they hear my name, Tales of my exploits, that’s my game. From Dizzy the Dragonfly to Frizzy the Fly, They’ve all felt my venom, no need to lie. Woven in my silk, the laughter’s been sold, Insect after…
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Hedgehog’s airport priorities
In the whirl and the twirl of the airport so vast, Roams a hedgehog, a traveller, first class to the last. She can read every timetable, knows every gate, She can navigate customs, never once late. She could help lost passengers, point them the way, She could decipher announcements, brighten their day. But what she…
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Hedgehog Priorities
In the heart of the meadow, ‘neath the shade of a tree, Lives a clever wee hedgehog, as bright as can be. She can fashion a sonnet, she can play a fine tune, She can dance by the light of the silvery moon. She could outwit a fox, or a badger, or hare, With a…
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