by Lee Scher
There was a pig named Nathan Frack
?who walked along a railroad track
?and met beside a wolf who’d tied?
his things inside a pink pig hide.
He killed him there in the yellow glare
?of the lamppost light that moonless night;
And buried the skin that had been his kin,
?and said a prayer, and flew from there.
From:
February, 1997
Copyright ©:
Kfar Saba, Israel
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