Pig runs with clear purpose

hearing my voice, she knows,

her “good ” is at hand.

This morning I dumped into her pail

a failed kombucha batch, scoby and all.

Running full speed with squeals of delight

not shy in her passion, hers is an inspired call to life!

She lifts her wet nose to me  just to see if there might be more?

Ours is a thrilling relationship.

Our exchange pure, compost for pig satifaction.