even more Sunday morning ha’ sonnets

There’s a pig at the door

Bedraggled, she’s
all dripping wet
and asking me
“did you forget?
it’s feeding time!”
“Just one more rhyme?”
She shakes her head.

and mice in the feedstore

Under the lid,
atop the wheat,
is where she hid.
Just look – how sweet!
But left behind
for me to find
is lots of shit.