poetry

porcupine

porcupine

crawling up the rough road
headlights beaming a swath of light
a pile of pine needles
comes to life
straightens out
and trundles across the road
its spiky fur flops around
black at the base
tan at the tips
he’s unaware
it’s a bad hair day

aww
we all say
it’s so cute.
I want to give it a hug!

(maybe not)

in no rush at all
he’s lost in the brush soon enough
just another first
in our long year of new