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A tiny,hidden, piglet.
 
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, was the stew,
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 predators each day,
while pretty pale pink roses
softened where she lay.


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

By Kay P M-Devenish

© 2018 Kay P M-Devenish (All rights reserved)

 

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