Puckered skin white as snow,
Nestled in the morning glow.
Sharpened spines on prickling hind,
Shuffling through your daily grind.
Eyes like rubies shining bright,
Gently slumber until the night.
Through the leaves on dampened ground,
A home for the morning desperate to be found,
Over hedges, streams and trees,
Rain and thunder, a gentle breeze.
Awake to find it was all a dream,
Walls and sofas, ceilings and beams.
A sleepy growl as her hand appears,
Her face alleviates all your fears.
Chewing bugs as she holds you tight,
Maybe just another bite.
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