Little pink plush pig

perches lost upon my desk

an orphan of my darling daughter

staring expectantly

 

waiting

          waiting

                    waiting

 

for something

or someone

 

"I know"

 

             I say

 

"but sitting there won’t do you any good

you’ve gotta move

get up and make life your own

don’t wait for salvation to walk by

reach out and take it"

 

pig just stares

silent sentinal sitting

aptly

in a stack of ignored papers

while I go back to work