The Hedgehog knows too Much

There was a hedgehog

crawled around on short legs

was pleasant but could be spiky too,

a family hog without a wife

he could make himself happy,

he was a decent god fearing hedgehog.

He was still a hedgehog,

saw something from his hedgehog eyes

he oughtn't.  It was an ideal,

he watched in a clearing sunlit

the death of human dominance,

was a prophetic deluded hedgehog.

M. was une 'edge 'og

had seen the mirage

real but further away

than the span of hedgehog history

would have been written down in books,

he was a frustrated kind of guy.

he was also confused

this way and that, what he saw made him happy, sad

maybe humans are God's passing fad,

he played with dinosaurs as a kid,

perhaps happiness comes with going mad,

he looked forward and back and swayed,

or maybe it's not for us to say.