OctPoWriMo 2018! Day 4: ________________ and other strange animals

Metamorphosis

In those days I would
curl like a woodlouse when touched,
fear launching my striated armour
into action
as they peered at me,
the suspiciously strange creature
sullying their midst.

Other strange animals scuttled by;
I was not one of them.

Like melanocetidae
I learned to leave my light on,
but not to capture;
just to shine brightly.

Eventually another saw me,
not as prey but as a mate.

We shine strangely together.