Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Newborn Piglets

Seven newborn piglets
Clambered greedily to suck,
Six succeeding in their mission
While the runt was out of luck.

As their mother lay, exhausted,
All her babes knew what to do
Though the smallest was prevented,
By his sibs, in getting through.

We, the visitors, felt helpless
And were sounding the alarm,
But the workers weren't bothered
At the Quiet Valley Farm.

For, though "Charlotte's Web" thoughts hovered,
We hoped all would be okay
Since the farmers seemed quite trusting,
Letting Nature lead the way.

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Andrea Dietrich September 4, 2016 at 6:16 PM I wonder if those runts often die. Well, one thing, they probably escape the plight of being turned into pork on someone's table one day. Maybe they turn into the farmer kids' pet. Really cute one.

Jan Allison September 3, 2016 at 11:35 PM Your heart goes out to the runt of the litter and it is difficult not to intervene - but you cant interfere with nature. When I was young had 2 piglets called pinky and porkie... when they were killed I wouldn't eat pork at all lol:-( hugs Jan xx