Ode to the Hedgehog
Colleen Lavelle
Oh, dear hedgehog, how you make my heart rise, with your beautiful, deep and soulful eyes.
Oh, how the touch of your nose curls my toes. Oh, how your quills are so delicate and fine, I hope you can still be mine. Oh, my beloved hedgehog, please forgive me, never again will I misspeak, and call you a porcupine.
Gratitude
Carol Taveras
Gratitude is morning light Soft and warm, a quiet smile. It lives in hearts that choose to see The gifts in all that comes to be. A whispered thanks, a gentle smile Can turn a moment, stretch a mile. For joy is rooted, deep and true In saying simply, Thank you.
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