The Audrey Hepburn Of Wildlife


A friend of mine went to a pig roast recently. At first I thought she was joking…her way of saying there were be lots of food. Turns out, it was really a lavish picnic a best friend was having for her boyfriend, indeed featuring a pig on a spit.

Have you ever seen one? Wish I hadn’t. Makes you feel you should be a wearing a loincloth carrying a spear. The poor little guy is in his entirety turning repeatedly like a rotisserie chicken at the local A&P. We’re at least used to seeing those that are mercifully headless, but Babe all greased and buttered, is a whole other pictorial.

I’m actually surprised my pal went she’s such an animal lover, but it was her best friend’s gathering, so she braved it, for her.

Naturally it got me thinking of other things…how we slaughter so easily, hunt for sport.


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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