Opening my door, I shrank back. A Porcupine and a skunk stood
Smiling up at me. They carried little notepads with a pencil behind the
Skunk’s ear. They were canvassing the neighborhood to demand equal
Rights. Knowing their reputation for retaliation, I quickly slammed
The door. In belligerent voices they accused me of the very thing they
Were canvassing against. They faced rejection for being who they were.
Excellent, Glen! Looking forward to scouring the New Yorker's poetry in the future.🤗
Agree with Sue - definitely New Yorker candidate! Brilliant metaphor for so many situations. 🌞
Beautiful, playful, political commentary. Belongs in the New Yorker! Much love xoxoox