Two toothpicks on a forest walk
share scented air and idle talk.
When near an oak tree, at a bend
they see a barbed and grumpy friend,
though unbeknownst to them of course
they knew it could not be a horse.
Echidnas smirk but never smile
and even walking takes a while,
they like to do their hunts at night
but are encountered in the light
as you can see here with the picks
out in the forest and the sticks.
Says one, the clan did name him Gus
well look at THAT, there goes the bus!
Forest Encounter
