The Ghosts of Piggies Past

Huddled in the strange new darknessThe very first night in his new homeA baby piggy is counting the momentsFacing a long cold night all alone Strange noises crowd his tiny spaceSleep but the dreams that evadeWith his heart running a frantic raceHis sense of comfort continues to fade Just when he fears he can bearContinue reading “The Ghosts of Piggies Past”