Hedgehog A-Foraging (A Collection Of Corpse Poetry)
Under earth
A hedgehog comes to visit me.
Meticulously foraging he starts
As the chill from my body seizes him.
I am not alone anymore; for creature is my
Company.
He brushes his long pink nose affectionately
Against my cheek.
Intrigued he begins a rather intense investigation.
The scarce remains of my flesh lay intact.
He begins to nibble quite randomly upon a bone or two
Then wrenches away,
The dusty remnants of my left hand.
I observe him carefully as he feasts upon me
The cold of my skin now prickled by spike.
Small darting eyes flick momentarily around
As he breathes a sigh and nestles contentedly under my armpit.
© Deborah Gordon 2008
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Another award winning yucky
Another award winning yucky poem!
This is quite a theme you're exploring.
Mark Pearce
www.marzguy.deviantart.com
LOL!
Thanks Mark. There is just one further one im working on...then i'll be leaving the corpes to rest!
DEbs :.)
good one again Debs
however do you think these up lol great imagination Debs well done, from Willow
Cold Shivers ))..
Alright DEbs, now I don't wanna be buried at all now or cremated slowly..for that fact! Just drop a grenade on me and get it over with when I'm gone:~ B.E.Coast
Thanks Guys
Thanks for your comments on this. Im sure there's a whole undiscovered world going on underground that we don't know about...maybe we don't want to though....maybe it's just me that thinks like this...maybe i should contact Stephen King and put a few of my ideas his way...?
Never the less they were great fun to write, and i kind of had a bit of affection for ol' Mr hedgehog there at the end!
Debs :.)
YUM!!!!
TASTY DEAR!!!!
Cheers!
Thanks Ryan!
DEbs :.)