There was movement in the scrub they say

It seems the old ladies pig, had run away

Some nature lovers walking through

Found trodden foliage and furrows too!

A panicked cry went out so fast

Feral pig diggings, noway,

This destruction cannot last.

The word was spread out loud and clear

Find that grunting feral pig,

It certainly hides very near

Then remove it from our beloved scrub

It is now that The Feral Pig Story

Becomes conversation at the local pub.

Having a good old decent yarn

With mates all ears whilst eating food

Pedro mentions the pigs been seen

And the plan is looking good

It seems that old, scrub dwelling pig

Would wonder out at night

Gouging furrows with its big brown snout

On Pedro's farm in bright moonlight

All went hushed, when he informed

What next in this drama, was to unfold

Is there an end, was it in sight

For that porky piggy who is! So! Bold

Sad but true piggies last supper is tonight.

The farmer knew that our rogue piggy

Out by the stables would be

Snorting and digging and leaving a mess

As daylight breaks and all can see

Poor piggy was doomed on that fateful night

Where down by the stables, a shot was heard

And it took no time at all it seems

For all and sundry to hear the word

That a professional shooter had been called

Armed and accurate within close proximity

He had shot that errant feral pig

With out a doubt right into piggy eternity

The feral pig lay there dead on his back

Brought down now laying, very deceased

This accurate shot went through his neck

The experts said that he was a feral pig

And he was sick, old and much diseased.

Now this native scrub is free to grow and bloom

Leaving earth's natural asset to thrive in peace

For errant piggies there is no room

With natures blessing, all is made right

Although a sorry tale In The End

For Poor Piggy, in such a saddened plight.

Milli2007

Footnote.

This is a true story written as a verse with facts as I know them to be. I never condone inhumane actions of any type. The feral animals and non-native flora and fauna and noxious weeds are a source of concern at all times in any natural and environmentally sensitive area. The state departments looking after these native areas do all possible to keep them as pristine and unspoilt as they can manage. However there is always in our environments situations like the feral pig and I must implore here that he was treated humanely as he sadly was not in good health or temperament after becoming wild.

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