So a pig
felt sheepish
smeared on the blood
fooled the mob
with sugared words
the wolves celebrated
thinking they won
their chance
of open invites,
to praise the pig’s charade
parade goers soon realized
complainers
never connivers
secretly worm their way
into society
to leave the rest
feeling vulnerable -yes
we swiftly succumb
watch them trash
poverty of mind.
And who conquers
the lonely duck
swimming atop the chaos?
the fox
patiently awaiting the other side.
seasons: a poetic journey 