I looked out my window and what did I see,
but a hairy beast under the sycamore tree.
I saw his snout, and that tooth filled head,
eating a sedge from my garden bed.
I shouted, he snorted, I grabbed and pulled his hair,
“Get away you beast, don’t come back, don’t you dare!”
I let go my choke hold and his fur of bristles,
He ran to his boar herd through a field of thistles.
His story soon told that all boars should be wary.
Stay away from humans, they sure are scary.
Linda convinces the boar to leave