Sometimes I feel a longing in my heart
that neither hay nor veggies can help redress.
That both of us fore'er be kept apart
leaves whiskers damp with tears of piggy sadness.
Imprisoned in this cage, I long to flee
and frolic in a field still moist with dew.
But still I'd tremble, still I'd not be free
for life is death if life be without you.


I sing for you, an ancient mating call
that echoes through the stars and skies above
and joins the voice of lonely piggies all
whose song is for their one true piggylove.
Yet even if my days shall pass alone,
in love our souls will always be as one.

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Copyright John Morgan (pm me for link to more piggie prose)