The pig has not quite decided
he is one, as he tussles with
the younger dog. They mouth each other,
not quite crunching down. They sniff
things in the mud, side by side,
though the pig grunts and roots
while the dog just tests the air.
Oh, he's a pig all right. He doesn't like
to be touched. He squeals and runs off
while the dogs snuggle up for more.
But he doesn't like to be left behind,
either. See? Here he comes,
ears flapping, his hooves flashing
rapidly on their stubby legs.
Look! He's wagging his ropy tail.