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Nov 2018
Hedgehogged-
Rolled in a ball-

Soft spines over
Curled yellow belly.

No car to
Splat!

No car
Safe as can be

OR

Picking like birds
Beneath
Picnic tables

OR

Splayed!

Like some flying
Squirrel

Flying past
Hubble mirror

Looking to face
The belly of
Being

Every pore + infinity-
Fleas
Dancing along
The spine

Seeing

Who am I?

And,
My darling humans-
Who are you?
Written by
Mike Adam  67/M/London England
(67/M/London England)   
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