Yesterday he rooted

                     in the mud                     

 With his fat ugly snout

            Hunting for whatever

He could scrounge.

He was a beast of the field

Plump, round and fat

No thought for tomorrow

When he slurped down the slop

Brought by the farmer
To his trough.

Today he sits proudly

On the dining room table;

A crown roast,

 Bones so nicely frenched

Stuffed with a dressing

So pleasantly spiced;

Encompassed by brown potatoes,

 carrots and onions

Oven roasted and tasty.

The food for him yesterday

A Kingly Cloak today.

Eat well my friend.

The lowly pig gave his life

That you may dine

With the King today,

Susan Bergeron

June 22, 2009