Quills~

The prickliest of small species, a coat of unremarkable hue.

Soft haired, smooth to the touch, soothing to the stroke.

But mixed within, are needle-like nametags.

Cautionary cue cards, warning…

I am no easy meal.

Maybe I once was,

Softer

Malleable

Open.

Now there are sharp spines

Protecting A Spine.

Quills of defense,

Wielding ink,

Warding off all vulnerability

with timid tenacity,

formidable fear.

I am sharp.

always alert.

I will be ready the next time

will keep myself safe.

Safe if I anticipate...

safe if he keeps his distance, and lets me be

For these downy daggers can’t be shot, as some believe.

You’ve to touch me.

Often wished I could be as a wasp

Enough venom for once…and then all is pau.

Yet, I will regrow these quills..and scatter the casualties among the lost.

Fear is my friend…preserving life.

Fear is my foe…preventing life.

I am a porcupine.