Perhaps I am a porcupine.
I am prickly by nature
& when I forget to shave
I have a prickly kiss,
Like most porcupines
I live alone
except when I cohabit
with other porcupines
in which case, I’ve been told,
we live in a prickle.
When my quills are quivering
people steer clear of the thornbush
that is me.
*what animal are you like?
*want to add a little poem about yourself as that animal?
John Malone 
Oh, not true John, you are a creature that sits alone at times, yes, but also happy to join in, with selected others, listening, giving wise instruction and leading well, by learned example.
I can’t see you as a porcupine, not at all.
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you’re right, Carolyn, I’m not; it’s just that I read this mini article on porcupines and I fell in love with the words and well, the poem wrote itself 🙂
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I am a pygmy goat.
—
happy, hoppy
like to play
try and learn
and learn again
finally
all makes sense
life is meant to be like
standing on
an upside down old wagon
full of rust
full of heart
calling to the mountains.
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so cute.
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oh Beth: that is magnificent!! thanks for being a sport and joining in 🙂
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I think I’m a cow – a little shy of strangers but loving my own herd. Docile (mostly) unless somebody threatens my young. I”m missing the soulful coffee dark eyes though. Sorry. Been doing tax stuff. Poetic inspiration is not buzzing about my ears right now. 🙂
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🙂 that’s fine; I love this; it represents me too — I’m not really a hedgehog, and yes, we all love our own tribe 🙂
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A Bogging Porpoise With An Attitude:
A small mammal of sorts
Of the whale family
So never a pet
I can be friendly or offend you
It’s out of my fins
But in you hands
It’s up to you.
I’m smart
Can recognize my self
Am creative and can paint
A self portrait!
Can you?
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good one!
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love it! love the attitude! and no, I can’t ! thanks for joining in the fun 🙂 I enjoy the camaraderie in these sorts of posts
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Do you also curl up in a ball when you feel threatened? 😆 Porcupines look so cute.
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Oh I’m a sarcastic fringehead. Yes it’s an actual animal. But no poem today.
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I don’t usually but now you mention it ….. that’s cool: the poem was merely a suggestion but your comment about curling up I love 🙂
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Perhaps I’m a rabbit. I am quiet but always listening. Still, but the adrenaline is always just a flinch away sending me running. I am a predator to none. If caught by a trap or a foe I will fight so hard to escape I will likely die before my attacker kills me. If approached slowly and quietly I might let you get close.
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that’s great, Suzanne. thanks for joining in the fun. it is good sometime to acknowledge our inner animal 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Soul Of a Poet and commented:
Once upon a time before Mr. Poet married Mrs. Poet on the way home from having dinner with his Dad.
The Poet and Mrs. Poet to one day be were headed towards Douglasville away from Atlanta Georgia.
Then as they topped the rise on Interstate 20 just before passing Six Flags over Georgia overwhelmed by the lovely sunset on the horizon.
The Poet looked over at his lovely bride to one day become and declared: “You beautiful woman!”
As she turned to look at him surprise written upon her face she replied: “You handsome snake!”
Now it was the Poet’s turn to look surprised as he asked: “Why did you call me a handsome snake?”
To which she replied: “Because you called me a beautiful worm!”
And together they had a very good laugh.
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marvelous story!
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Thank you very much Sharmishtha! 🙂
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a lovely story, David and a wonderful addition to the anthology; many thanks 🙂
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Your welcome John. Thank you for inviting me! 🙂
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I am the last
remaining Pangolin
on the Chinese mainland
. . . but survive I must.
Some quack once said,
“Pangolin make good medicine
for curing arthritis!”
Now they even blame us
for starting some virus!?
It was that wet market bat
. . . of course 🦇
We Pangolins are innocent 😇
so please stop blaming us 🙏
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hilarious!
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wonderful and different which is what I wanted. Just been reading about the pangolins in the New Yorker and how, as your poem says, they may have been responsible for the virus and I love the sass, the attitude of ‘it wasn’t me! blame the bat’! thanks David
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your poems always bring a big grin, thanks for that! 🙂
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thanks for your thoughtful, encouraging comments:) if you get a chance, be good if you contribute a poem; vive variety 🙂
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I’m a peacock, Argos eyed, an intuitive creature full of pride. A magical train I choose to conceal. Iridescent animal, my colors are real. Protective, noble-souled, a strong ally. Despite my plumage, I take to the sky.
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wow! colourfully said 🙂 you’re a verbal peacock too 🙂
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