Hedwig The Pig

I'm looking for my Humph.

I was told

it might be worth finding.

I twist my neck

like a Mexican moonbeam

searching for sombrero.

My thoughts

are a distant pillow

enthusiastic for a nap.

Hold up..

what's this?

I discover

the puppet of my presence..

Hola, Hedwig.

Hola, Solarjinx.

The two of you should become

acquainted.

Certainly,

let's begin with a few simple

questshuns:

What type of light do you bask in?

What language do you speak?

How many fingers do I hold up?

Four.

No, five!

I see four.

No, you see FIVE!

Only the disciplined mind can see

it's own self destruction.

Hedwig: You are lying!

Solarjinx: I'm only capable of truth!

And so it begins,

the nature of disobedience.

Hedwig the pig,

wearing the wig of a penned

up creature,

reminding me that the sky

isn't always blue.