Porcupine

A porcupine s day

When the moon opens her eyes
Cool wind takes the mist
Grassland glitters with heavenly music
Cooling the earth beneath.

Inside the muddy cave
Alarm shouted, It's time
Faint light calls from outside
It's time to search .

Polished spines glittering
Sharpened it's edges, for a war
In the silence, slowly walked
Abandoning the homely cave.

Hours and hours marked the footprint
For mother earth's dinning table
Ginger, turmeric or anything?
Claws are painful digging.

Spending hours digging
A spark of memory inside
An image of Pappaya tree far
Happiness touching the soul.

Far south, numerous Pappaya trees
Appetite doubled, tooth glitters
Attempt to chew one, fullfilling
The tree fell into the ground.

Chewed the leaves, happily
A painful blow on the head
Sounds of foot rushing,
Rushed to cave, running .

With half opened eyes
Thought of sharpened spine
Thought of mother earth's dine
Expecting the next call.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Great lines.

I very much liked how you took us on the journey, with the precious porcupine.

Bless it's little soul.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for reading 😊

[light and ashes]

You are so welcome!!
:))

[D. Mansfield]

Diggers dig, stickers stick, I like it here in the house just fine

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[W. Barrett Munn]

An interesting take on the realities of life that has no delis or grocery stores, only the cunning of the hunter to find food.

Winston

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for writing ☺️

[Mauricio Montoya]

wow here's one I can't interpret but I read the first line, when the moon over her eyes, there are many animals who come out at night the music you hear are crickets but when day when I was homeless I was in a small town I choose a place where I could sleep in peace when I was tap now I'm not in a cave but a doorway so I thought it was a cop, but low and behold it was a radcune I my have the spelling wrong but that was what touch me it just for a moment stared at me and left, I guess nature for gave me. thank you for bringing memories

[Arundass TP]

That's why I hate Urban areas. No vivid memories one get from artificial settings, but nature gives vivid memories. Forests, animals, birds, flowers etc...

[Mauricio Montoya]

yes life is what we see all things live with us will can't kill that below us because that is what protect us nor that what we believe because that's what we wont forget, your write tells us to respect life. thank you for dropping

[Arundass TP]

You are welcome

[FGFRANKLIN]

As the bacon lover said, "Beef and chicken will never do when it's porcupine for." Just kidding. Great poem about the daily survival routine of our spiny neighbors.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Chris Shaw]

Pondering on a porcupine is quite an unusual thing to do. However, that is what I have been doing since reading your poem. I have to say, I don’t spend nearly so long concerning myself about food. I am starting to feel the porcupine has a hard life Arundass.

Chris

[Arundass TP]

Thanks friend for reading my poem 😊

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome my friend

[M]

Never seen a porcupine before and not sure that they eat Papaya, but you have weaved an imaginative tale of a brief day in their life where the pursuit of nourishment is the main driver of their little existence. I enjoyed your creativity.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[nadia dmitri]

Such vivid description!!! Wonderful job :)

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊