Does Porky pine for “with it” clothes? She need but put her quills in bows.
Does Porky pine for a fancy car? Her padded feet can take her far.
Should Porky pine for a foxy “figger” like those on the fashion page, when she knows that she’s “de rigger“, her hedgehog profile all the rage.
She walks down a summer’s lane, homeward to her hollow log and absorbs the humming scene, filtered through an off-white gauze.
The warming sun on every stone, each insect on each blade of grass, are really more a part of her than separate objects she must pass.
Once home in her hollow nook, donning slippers and a cap, she chooses a romantic book that leads her idling to a nap.
An empty cup of tea at hand, the face-down book upon her lap, she dreams of what she could have been had she decided not to nap.
Meanwhile her life is envied by those frantic souls outside her burrow, whose quiet coze in comfortable clothes is put off ’til tomorrow.
