Rootling along, snuffling about,
Wary of danger in a world of peril,
Of threats, bigger and faster.

Vigilant, aware, cautiously
Keeping to the shadows, seeking food and shelter.
Feeling safe: not safe: who knows?

Sensing danger, curling up tightly,
Spines repel cold curious noses.
Is it enough?


NaBloPoMo November 2013


About lorrainegradwell

Active in the disabled peoples' movement since the early 80's, stepping back a bit now but still speaking up and still looking for independence and an end to discrimination.
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