a pig is building a building
of sticks, a frail wattled
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of his hopes)a skillful uncouth
shelter, a precise clumsy
shelter(building twigandbranch into Stick
Around the restless searching for a home)

a pig is building a refuge, a discrete
cottage for refuge and(as i guess)

when Big Bad Wolf(whom Riding Hood hates)shall

huff and puff the house down
He’ll not the home,
     laborious, casual

where the heart and hearth
     remain

          resting

Originally posted on Making Light