Hedgehog

Something in my garden,
Small dark stout.
Is it coming in?
Or maybe going out?

Hidden in the long grass,
Almost out of sight.
Edging in slowly ,
In case it gets a fright.

Little beady eyes,
Long thin nose.
Sharp bent clause,
On little hairy toes.

As it scurries off quickly,
To winter hibernate.
I see the snow is coming,
Hope he’s not too late.