LONG HAIRED PIG: A NEW POEM...

Long Haired Pig…

It really looked like it might be a guard dog 

Resting, its back to me, a long haired Alsatian,

Perhaps;

Partly in shade, partly in parching sunlight

It remained motionless, 

Until I noticed the ears, or

Flaps

And then it became clear that this was a basking,

Sprawling, luxuriating variety of reddish, woolly pig,

Cooling and drooling in a small watery hole, or bog…

It really looked like it might not have shifted

For quite some time, this long haired porker,

Asleep;

Partly visible, partly submerged in murky slime

It reposed, oblivious,

Until it grunted, contentedly and

Deep,

But then it became clear that this slumbering,

Stinking, wallowing variety of Mangalitsa pig,

Lay amongst a myriad insects, dancing as if sifted… 

Pete Ray

June 2020

Bourton (not Boarton)-on-the-Water…

Liked this pig a lot…

Kind of opened an eye to register my presence…

And grunted gently, as the vile insects bounced up and down over the stinking water and mud of this makeshift bed…