He's an itty hedgehog
And I can't take my eyes off him
It's all quite unfathomable
Bumbling around, stumbling, tripping across a vast emotional meadow
Beautiful everything, everywhere
Life and living in action, unfolding
Small creatures flying about him
Pterodactyls and time machines, stardust and musical notes that you can see dancing by
Whimsy in sight, touch, smell, sound
I am a rock, and he is running into me as if he can't help it, or he can't tell
I am a pool, and he is running into me for safety, refreshment
Either way, drawn to me, whether I be a magnet or an obstacle
But either way, more likely than not unable to know which
Tiny self, tiny eyes for tiny sight, large world, tall grass
Either way, he gets his way in the end if history is any indication;
There's no compromise, consideration, no heed paid to any wiser understanding, or a freer heart
And so i remain, and so, the story is likely to tell, he trundles by.