The Isolated Porcupine

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In a backwoods meadow, a porcupine timid, With plumes so sharp, however a delicate moan. 

Tentatively he steps through the murmuring pines, 

A spiky coat, an animal that leans back. 

Shuddering nose, in the moon's delicate sparkle, 

He conceals in shadows, a tranquil scene. However inside those plumes, a heart so benevolent, 

He yearns for companions, a glow to share, In any case, fears his spines might cause despair. 

However in the twilight evening, an opportunity to find, 

Associations that mitigate the restless psyche.