The Pig Man In The Window

The sky was blue and the sun was out,
a beautiful morning without a doubt.

A stroll around the neighborhood,
a fresh breeze and cedar wood.

I passed a house and what did I see?
A figure in the window looking at me.

But a normal person it was not,
something strange but I didn’t know what.

I turned my gaze to a subtle scout,
pointy ears and a rounded snout.

It’s complexion pinkish kind of pale,
it may have had a curly tail.

I looked again but it wasn’t there,
a pig man it was and for that I swear.

Or could it be a boy deformed,
from a surgery ill-performed?

Or maybe perhaps my imagination,
or possibly even the resident Haitian.

For voodoo they practice and dark magic they make,
the hair of a pig they’re known to take.

The truth is that I’ll never be certain,
what it was behind that curtain.

But deep down the thing I know,
a pig man once looked out that window.

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