This poem is taken from Stand 235, 20(3) September - November 2022.

Holly Day Two Poems
The Ecstasy of the Pig in the Yard

she roots in the mud, turning over clumps of sod
with her shovel-like nose. nostrils twitch, she finds
the thick wriggling grubs hiding just below the surface
works them free with a pink slab of tongue
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