Usually by morning the next day a porcupine will be in the cage because they are curious and love to explore. What now? Now the porcupine is relocated to a nearby nature reserve space where consensus has allowed is to roam about. The two experiences have put the key into my creativity ignition which incited a poem to flow into the here and now. I call it
“Holler back Porcupine.”
Porcupine you are a rebel without a case,
Crawling through sewers and chillin’ under storm drains,
You go foraging while your baby stays safe,
Watch out for everything, especially the rain.
Ring Ring. Cape Nature receives a call,
Porcupines are around us, oh dear they must go,
Please do something, they are so prickly,
Porcupines are not creatures that we can go and hug.
A trap is set; just watch your step,
You curious creature, explore your way into this,
The community has spoken, you are not welcome,
Leave everything behind; your time to go has come.
Porcupine here is your new home,
We call it a nature reserve; it’s where we want you to stay,
Run now porcupine, stay away from people,
Run now porcupine, you’re on your own.
A porcupine will roam, the lone creatures they are,
They cannot be hugged so they will go far,
Through fences, through drains, their path always goes
Where they will be relocated, nobody knows
Porcupine did you leave a family behind?
Porcupine will you have food to eat?
Porcupine will the man-made fences hold you in?
Porcupine, Porcupine what is your consensus?
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