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Will B
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Rough version of a poem I wrote, I plan on tweaking the meter a bit. thanks.
“Chillin’ with the Quill Pig” - Version 1 unedited
So I came to be beneath a tree,
Which kept the rain from soaking me.
I hugged the trunk - stood, stared and thunk,
Dry while time was taken from me.
It took a while for my gaze to raise,
And notice furry company.
The was a porcupine above my dome,
Who had chartered this pine his home.
He found the perfect branch to wrap around,
As a salt lick formed upon the ground.
I zipped up and gave him a gander,
And we shared a thought of candor.
I thought at him “I could kill and eat you,”
Wishing he would show some respect.
He thought back, “go ahead or leave me be,”
Then tightened his thorny brows to sleep.
I pulled a sandwich out of my bag,
And ventured to take a bite, content;
That we could be friends for a while,
While I borrowed his tree-tent.
“Chillin’ with the Quill Pig” - Version 1 unedited
So I came to be beneath a tree,
Which kept the rain from soaking me.
I hugged the trunk - stood, stared and thunk,
Dry while time was taken from me.
It took a while for my gaze to raise,
And notice furry company.
The was a porcupine above my dome,
Who had chartered this pine his home.
He found the perfect branch to wrap around,
As a salt lick formed upon the ground.
I zipped up and gave him a gander,
And we shared a thought of candor.
I thought at him “I could kill and eat you,”
Wishing he would show some respect.
He thought back, “go ahead or leave me be,”
Then tightened his thorny brows to sleep.
I pulled a sandwich out of my bag,
And ventured to take a bite, content;
That we could be friends for a while,
While I borrowed his tree-tent.