A Pig's Rebellion (For One Shot Wdnesday)

In the depth of a pig’s heart

there’s a place,

quiet,

between the rapid

contractions

and expansions;

in that slice

of silence,

that knows …

It is loved.

A Pig’s rebellion,

if it only relied on it’s otic regions,

hearing:

“Unclean … Unclean … Unclean,”

could be

dangerous

for mankind

and swine.

Herds of Pigs,

“hoofpeding,”

through abandoned streets,

echoing snorts,

sneering oinks,

sty mud flying,

scaring young children,

screaming,

“What’s wrong with Elmer?  Are the piggy’s going to market, or we-we-we’in all the way home?”

It would be,

in a word,

crazy.

Headlines would scream:

Porkers Gone Wild

Newsmen warn,

“Rampaging razorbacks on the attack.”

Pigs proclaim into padded microphones,

“We’re not a dirty animal. We’re not a dirty animal.”

Commentators opine,

“It’s not good for the pigs to lose their cool like this.  When they get to Boston it will hurt them in the end.”

But,

praise the Lord,

this tragedy of rash reactions

and thoughts of angry pigs unclearly expressed

will never ever happen because God is good.

Thankfully,

for us and the Pig Nation,

we know

and can sleep peacefully

because…

In the depth of a pig’s heart

there’s a place,

quiet,

between the rapid

contractions

and expansions;

in that slice

of silence,

that knows …

It is loved.