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How do Porcupines embrace?

Carefully, I guess...

Standing far apart with their

Paws around their necks?

Whatever do Raccoons

Wear on Halloween?

Since wearing masks for them

Is pretty much routine?

Are Hyenas really laughing

At some clever inside joke?

What could be that funny

That kind of laughter to evoke?

How to know a Horse agrees,

That he means "yes" or "yea"?

When the only thing he says

Is simply the word "nay"?

Flamingos have great balance

When on one leg. Although,

I wonder what would happen

If they got vertigo?

Snakes are awesome creatures,

But not without a hitch.

I wonder what they do

When they have an awful itch?

A Skunk's spray smells bad

And it makes me think-

How does a Skunk prevent the smell

From causing him to stink?

Swordfish's strange anatomy

Gives me much delight.

Do they engage with others

in undersea sword fights?

A Rooster crowing loud

Preps us for the day ahead.

But do you ever wonder

Who gets the Rooster out of bed?

Penguins seem dressed up-

"Looking good!" could be their credo.

But where exactly do they go

Where they'd need such a tuxedo?

Peculiar thoughts I have,

And through my head they flow.

My brain makes odd connections

As I'm sure these questions show.

Prickly

The Hedgehog felt a little down. Lonely, he felt quite sad. Such a friendly and outgoing guy, But hugs he never had.
By nature, he was warm-hearted, And loved to talk and chat. But his quills were sharp, so friends stayed far. He couldn't blame them for that.
On a walk he saw the Rabbit, Teary and wet-eyed. Rabbit explained he stubbed his toe. "It hurts so much!" he cried.
Hedgehog gave his sympathies, And thought a hug would help. But as his spikes stuck Rabbit, He shouted, "Ouch!" and yelped.
Rabbit frowned and limped away. Hedgehog then did lament, "My aim was to give comfort- Pain was never my intent."
He could not play with his mates, Not Touch Football nor Tag, Red Rover, Leapfrog, or Hand Clap. And not Capture the Flag.
They didn't want to leave him out. They did like him so much. But what else could they do When his body hurt to touch?

So Hedgehog would walk by himself, Although he was well liked. He'd breathe fresh air, pick flowers…

Identity Crisis

Platypus was in crisis What herself she should be called. Due to many guises, In many classes she did fall.
The Platypus scratched her head, She always thought she knew. But she didn't have an answer When asked, "What are you?"
"A Platypus, of course," she laughed. But Muskrat then had said, "But what exactly does that mean?" And she cocked her head.
"What does it mean? What am I?" And now it plagued her so. If she couldn't tell what she was Maybe someone else would know?
She found the Duck and waddled up- "Know what a Platypus may be? I'm at a loss and thought you might Have more a clue than me."
Duck looked at her and smiled wide- "A kind of duck, I'm sure! You lay eggs and have a bill! You needn't wonder more!"
Platypus was glad at first. But it did not take too long Until she started to think and feel Duck was very wrong.
"I have a bill and lay eggs, This is very true, But don't have feathe…

Like Ducks to Water

Today was the day, fresh out of the nest. The babies would put their skills to the test. Mama led first, assuming they'd follow Her to the lake, near them in the hollow.
She leapt out of the nest, and turned to her brood, "We learn swimming today!" as they finished their food. They looked at Mom, questions in their eyes, Though this should not have come as a surprise.
"Do we have to swim?" "The nest feels so snug!" "Up close to each other it's easy to hug!" "Why go to lake, so cold and so wet? "To be damp and chilly until the sun sets?"
Mama Duck rolled her eyes, and then she had said, "Swimming's what we do, it's why Duck feet are webbed! Our feathers protect us from chilly waters. So come now, all of my sons and my daughters."
Reluctant, the Chicks filed out of the nest With less excitement than Mom would have guessed. They left, walking with her, with sad reactions, But then, became scattered, ove…

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