One Of A Kind.

Broadened out, now gigantically big, The pig held his snout to the rail. He surveyed me, then began digging His sharp teeth in wood, and exhaled Hot breath came with a grunt so loud I hastily beat retreat, but pig's eyes Squinted blearily, and the proud Mountain of flesh began to sigh. Yes, soft whimpering sounds gave way To loud wailing, then streaky tears Rolled away down his cheeks, paving Pathways into my heart. Without fear I opened the door to his sty And big boar and I, pig-talking, Snuffled away in quality time. Pigs feeling lonely get maudlin. Fully grown boar, no exception, Lay down, moreover, he adoringly Squirmed when I scratched with shy respect On his thick hide, then he nuzzled for more. Despite his huge size, when for a time The tickling stopped, trepidation Overtook and set in, it reminded Me that pigs' desires merely relate To needs like our own. More than food We crave company when finding Nothing substitutes feeding from love. Oh, but that boar was one of a kind. He left any other far, far behind.