Long and sharp,

the best spikes are.

this one was

just a bit longer

sharper than

surrounding spikes,

its precision point ,

protruding proud,

protecting its plant,

guarding its future

What creature would

risk its sharpness

To capture seed

ripe red fruit alluring

spike ready to impale

Hungry whiskers and teeth

held at bay

Overwhelmed by grasping fingers

Blood drawn

But fruit picked and consumed

Spike broken and gone

Its sharpness embedded for a moment

then discarded

Its work done

Its memory endures

My finger still hurts


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s