After reading that the fisher, a kind of weasel, is one of the porcupine's few predators, I wrote about human beings and survival of the fiercest:
Close Combat
Even at peace
We flex our wills,
Fisher circling
Porcupine,
Certain what kills,
Marten and prey,
Is striking a place
(Belly or face)
Bare of quills:
Armistice—yet
Whetting our skills.
© 2016 Steven Withrow, all rights reserved
Image Credit: Painting by Consie Powell from Kays and Wilson's Mammals of North America, © Princeton University Press (2002)
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