The Wild Pigs of Castle Valley

Every day we
toss our scraps--
seeds, fruits, nuts,

crumbs, peels, old
bits of meat,
the odd spud

for the wild
pigs we know
are not there.

We don't care.
There are no
bears near here,

and these birds,
the odd fox,
all the small

things that live
in the scrub
near the Rim,

come to us
for the few
months we're here.

Is it wrong
to try to
feed wild things?

Aren't we all
wild, wild things--
True, False, Dreamed?