Lick

It’s Spikes Sharp As Razors as they flat Against rough like skin
It gets Up as fast as a cheetah but gracefully Like a gazelle.
As it Does, Its Eyes Burn a Red like the sun at fifteen Million degrees.
It takes step that is as long as an eraser.
As its foot, that is as big as a mouse Scrolled, makes a demanding echoing
Pound as it touches the cement-like Ground.
It opens its Mouth a centimeter, as if it were to launch and bite,
But no. Its mouth Open, its tongue like a snakes’, slowly coming
Out of the dark Abyss
As its Tongue slowly and steady coming out farther, it would be as if it were tipped with poison.
It touches me, rough but smooth and softly grazing my face with it bumpy like tongue.
As I wonder,
“did it plan this from the beginning?”
"Was it ever going to hurt me?"
Or is it still making a plan in its pea sized brain?
It takes another tiny step and tilts its head as if to lure me into its fiery eyes. Its tongue comes out yet again,
but it yawns and slowly the hedgehog falls asleep in my hands.