The hog and the butterfly

The hog was a sage
in so many ways
going through what
was a hell of a phase
in his sty
with his sow
it was all going wrong
he had worked all his life
and was singing her song

he had tried to be what
she wanted, but she
didn’t see eye to eye
no, tragically
he just was not
he got into a sweat
with no mud around
his whole life was upset

down on the ground
frustrated in ways
nothing to do
wth the work now to praise
and a differing view
of life’s
philosophy
of caring a lot
through eternity
she on the other hand
had lost the plot
he wandered about
in a sort of a daze
travelled around
in a sort of malaise
then all of a sudden
where buttercups sprang
with their sweet yellow pistils
that just seemed to hang
around in the breeze
that blew from the sky
he noticed a beautiful
blue butterfly
so cute she was
with a turn of her eye
a light azure mesh
and he wondered why
on her gossamer wings
that she fluttered around
and dropped little rings
of pollen he found
and lots of nectar
for his sad soul
which touched brother pig
and his old heart she stole
head over trotters
that’s how he was
she was gentle, she smiled
and well,just because
the sunlight shone through her
and heightened desire
her velvety veins
were likes trips of wild fire
enamoured with her
with the way that she seemed
his butterfly baby
his goddess redeemed
she sailed here and there
her affections of how
took brother pig
in sort of a shower
of moon beams and fairy wings
and turquoise eggs
her pretty proboscis
and thin tender legs
captured the heart
of dear brother pig
who mooned here and there
and just danced a jig
a bit of a dummy
one might be forced
to say as the blood in his
arteries coursed
significantly
and he fell face down
and
his butterfly baby
could not understand
why he was languid
why he was still
why he was lying
where he always will
in a grave on a hill
where the buttercups spring
where for a short time
he’d felt like the king