On Hedgehogs And Poetry (à la Wallace Stevens)
I was driving along a country road this morning when the smallest hedgehog ever crossed my path. It was such an unexpected surprise that I pulled over not only in order to enjoy the wildlife epiphany but because the event reminded me of a quote by Wallace Stevens: "Poetry is a pheasant disappearing in the brush". Well, maybe poetry is a hedgehog disappearing in the darkest greenery. I want to write a haiku in honor of my small, lovely fellow! And let him reappear in my pen!