The porcupine´s on the grill.
Round it went screaming it´s flesh from dark red
to enticing pink then to grey like the weather.
From it´s sharp spines dropped coily fat
onto the grill splishing and giving taste
buds the craving.
So round it went screaming and fizzling
still half alive.
A little boy tapped his gutsure father on the shoulder
and said "Shouldn´t that be a cow?"
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