Hibernation
I love to sleep.
Sometimes I imagine I’m a hedgehog,
curled up in a cosy pile of leaves, or a
bat, roosting in the dark.
I would love to sleep like a hedgehog,
like a fluffy dormouse snug in its drey, or a
bat, roosting in the dark.
How wonderful to hibernate all winter,
like a fluffy dormouse snug in its drey, or a
frog, buried in wet mud, dreaming
how wonderful it is to hibernate all winter.
All I want to do is hide, like a
frog, buried in wet mud, dreaming.
Some birds fly all the way to Africa!
All I want to do is hide, like a
dozing badger, deep in its sett.
Some birds fly all the way to Africa,
when ladybirds fold their wings and rest, like
dozing badger, deep in its sett.
I love to sleep!
Sometimes I imagine I’m a hedgehog,
curled up in a cosy pile of leaves, or a
bat, roosting in the dark.
I would love to sleep like a hedgehog,
like a fluffy dormouse snug in its drey, or a
bat, roosting in the dark.
How wonderful to hibernate all winter,
like a fluffy dormouse snug in its drey, or a
frog, buried in wet mud, dreaming
how wonderful it is to hibernate all winter.
All I want to do is hide, like a
frog, buried in wet mud, dreaming.
Some birds fly all the way to Africa!
All I want to do is hide, like a
dozing badger, deep in its sett.
Some birds fly all the way to Africa,
when ladybirds fold their wings and rest, like
dozing badger, deep in its sett.
I love to sleep!
This poem is copyright (©) Leanne McClements 2026
About the Writer
Leanne McClements
Leanne lives in Oxford, UK, with her three sons. A former librarian, bookbinder, bookseller, and publisher, she now runs children’s services and immersive song and story sessions. She writes poetry that sparks wonder, especially when it reimagines the everyday as something wild and new.
