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,
Now there are sharp spines
Protecting A Spine.
Quills of defense,
Warding off all vulnerability
with timid tenacity,
I am sharp.
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.