There was a tiny piglet
who hid inside a rose,
butterflies
played on her eyes,
and circles ringed her nose,
crickets were her supper,
along with bugs( like *thrip)
and morning dew, her water,
on which she loved to sip.

Her smile hid in the petals
as did her chubby cheeks,
and there,
disguised,
she settled,
for weeks,and weeks,
...and weeks.

Camouflage,it saved her,
from the larger prey,
while perfumed scent of roses
she breathed in every day.

The humans never found her,
(sometimes she wished they did,)
and in the night,
with stars for light,
in soft-sweet dreams... she hid.