She was small but fierce
    and feared by all in her path
        and one must walk softly
            in fear of igniting her wrath.

A rainbow she is not
    painted in black and white stripes
        traveling in the morning and evening
            but is the fiercest at night.

She can clear your yard
    with the sight of her stripes
        and if you have an encounter
            YIKES!

This aberration of Mother Nature
    will never be the belle of the ball
        for you see, the lonely skunk
            gets shunned by one and all.

Note: There is apparently a glitch in the system this morning because I tried “multiple times” to use the same font and every time I submitted the poem, the result was two different fonts.