A Pig's Tale.

Pigtails.

Long and curly and pink.

A corkscrew,

Alive and trembling.

What does it do,

This dangling, curly, pig tail?

Does it dance?

Does it paint?

Does it speak?

No. It just is.

A pig’s tail.

Nothing more, nothing less.

It does not expect anything of itself.

It just hangs there,

Curly and pink.

Being itself.

And isn’t this how it ought to be?

 

Are we not like the pig’s tail?

No, I don’t think so.

We have too many expectations.

We think we should have more important roles.

Like maybe we would do better if we were an ear,

Or an eye,

Or a snout.

Perhaps being one of these things would make us feel more fulfilled?

But have you spoken to these parts yet?

Do you not know that the pig’s ear would rather be the tail,

Like you?

Do you realise that he dreams, sitting on the pigs head,

Of how fulfilling it would be to be a pink and curly tail,

With not a care in the world?

Just hanging there,

Being itself.

Or, that the snout has secret desires to be you?

The tail that does not get ‘bunged up’ every time he is pushed beneath the wet and smelly dirt,

 

How much nicer it would be to be the tail,

Just hanging there.

Being itself.

 

Yes indeed…………

 

Reviews

[Staci Brown]

awww this is not just cute and fun, but filled with so much wisdom as well! a great poem with whimsical play that teaches us as well! :D very creative!!!

Brava m'lady! well done!

Faerie Blessings!

--faerie whisper (breaking the silence...)