The Problem was
I was a dog
And she was a cat.
I didn’t understand it then
She claimed she was a porcupine
“I’m gentle and smooth
If you rub me the right way
But ruffle me
And I’ll prick you
Make you bleed
Leave the quills quivering there
So you can’t pull them out….”
But erethizon dorsatum is a rather calm and confident rodent
whose primary threat is traffic.
Her biggest danger was not cars, but herself.
And she would manically flip, sometimes,
From winning the room
To hiding in hers.
At times she decided that a friend from yesterday
Was an enemy for the moment
And she might forget all that still
By day’s end.
I, however, was loyal to my friends
– To her –
Though such devotion was met with mixed results.
I doggedly pursued her
In the best of times
And the worst.
I was never fully convinced she’d noticed,
Until The Fight.
Or, more truthfully, its Aftermath.
When we couldn’t bring our hearts
To quit each other
I knew too late
That I had lost my best friend
And it was too late to go back.
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