Pity not the porcupine
For he hath ample luck
He waddles past
While munching grass
And gives scarcely a fuck.
His life's a breeze
Up in the trees
His quills a forceful shield
He needn't care for dog nor bear
He dominates his field.
Pity not the porcupine
His worries they are few
For Donald Trump
Or France
Or you
He hasn't got the time.
I saw this guy
And knew it rude
To take his photo
Yet
I took my phone and stood alone
And took that risky bet:
O porcupine!, I thought,
How nice, to think of little more
Than berries, sticks, and mating tricks
While never keeping score
The world can burn
We never learn
What misery we sow
So pity not the porcupine
He's smarter than you know.
