Distant sound of a rasp on wood: the porcupine’s last meal of the night. In the springhouse lawn, the silhouette of a cat taking a shit.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: porcupine
Something approaches at a slow shuffle...
Something approaches at a slow shuffle, gray in the gray light: porcupine. He threads the thistle patch, squeezes under the porch.
