<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div><span></span></div><div><p style="margin: 0px 0px 5px; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Another Feeling </span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 5px; line-height: normal; color: rgb(4, 51, 255); -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(4, 51, 255); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 5px; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="font-kerning: none">Once you saw a drove of young pigs <br>
crossing the highway. One of them <br>
pulling his body by the front feet, <br>
the hind legs dragging flat. <br>
Without thinking, <br>
you called the Humane Society. <br>
They came with a net and went for him. <br>
They were matter of fact, uniformed; <br>
there were two of them, <br>
their truck ominous, with a cage. <br>
He was hiding in the weeds. It was then <br>
you saw his eyes. He understood. <br>
He was trembling. <br>
After they took him, you began to suffer regret. <br>
Years later, you remember his misfit body <br>
scrambling to reach the others. <br>
Even at this moment, your heart <br>
is going too fast; your hands sweat.</span></p><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Ruth Stone</div><p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; min-height: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> </span><br class="webkit-block-placeholder"></p>
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