The weight

We’re reading a book and a kite
is tangled in a tree.
A pig has decided to climb up
and save it. His trotters look unsteady
on the bark that’s bending
under his weight and it’s raining.
We’re startled by the noise
of an ambulance outside.
The windows show us grey clouds
and the flat is bending under the weight.
The pig has barely moved
but he’s trying.

© Carl Burkitt 2023

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