Echidna

The echidna laid next to a gum tree,

that swished and swayed,

near the soft green grass.

The quills moved in wind.

I watched the little echidna,

curl into a ball

and breathed in the cold, fresh air.

I feel the soft, fluffy grass

under my hands,

with the sun in my eyes.

I feel calm,

like I’m drifting to sleep,

in my warm, cosy bed,

drifting off to sleep.

I see the echidna eat some ants.

It stops to eat

being as still as a statue.