Beneath a cloak of prickly hide,
Where bristling quills in sunbeams hide,
A heart resides, both tough and sweet,
In Bristla’s form, where contrasts meet.
With tusks like spears and eyes so bright,
He trots the plains, a curious sight.
His prickly coat, a shield, a wall,
Protecting dreams, both big and small.
He yearns to roam, explore the unknown,
But fears of harm, like seeds are sown.
For gentle soul and prickly shell,
Can make it hard, his tale to tell.
Yet, blossoms bloom within his core,
Of kindness rare, and friendship’s lore.
He aids the lost, defends the weak,
His actions speak, though words he seeks.
Oh, Bristla, brave and shy and true,
May courage bloom, where fears subdue.
Let open hearts your path embrace,
And thorns of doubt, find gentle space.
For in the garden of your soul,
Where strength and kindness make you whole,
You’ll find your place, beneath the sun,
A prickly friend, the journey’s begun.