The story happened not long ago
In the forest with a hedgehog.
He was so small and walked so low,
So imagine him in a fog.
It's foggy that morning, but breath's so free,
Hedgehog came out of the hole.
Drowsy he went around the tree,
Thinking it was a fence after all.
He walked around the tree many times in a row,
At last he's tired to the point of redness,
He turned to walk back, dragging his tired pows,
But he didn't know it's a swamp of madness.
We're like hedgehogs in the fog with this tree,
Giving power for traps with no sence.
Walking around and back, feeling so free,
But the life is outside this "fence".
07.12.2022
The poem was tooking part at poetry BYU contest 2022.
