Lullaby (Mangalica version)
Once upon a time
there was a Mangalica,
a little one.
It had a curly coat
so yellow as gold,
so that it was in Hungarian
"Aranka" called.
One night it said
"I cannot sleep,
my straw is too hard
my pillow too deep".
It would not listen
to its mother
the big golden pig.
It would not listen
to the lullaby weep.
Instead it yawned
and looked up to the sky:
It was silent and dark.
But then it heard a cry:
An owl so little and golden as itself
sat on a tree as on the owner's shelf.
They talked and laughed
the whole dark night.
It felt so good, it felt so right,
but the owl it left
with the first rays of light.
And the little Mangalica
was left alone.
But do not fear,
it had gained a gift:
The owl had shown
how to be as you are,
how to master the night,
how to await patiently
a new day - the light.
And in the end
the Mangalica slept.
But it could not tell
if it dreamt or met
its dear dear friend...
Mangalicapoet T.A., 21 February 2023