The sky was blue and the sun was out, a beautiful morning without a doubt. A stroll around the neighborhood, a fresh breeze and cedar wood. I passed a house and what did I see? A figure in the window looking at me. But a normal person it was not, something strange but I didn’t know what.I turned my gaze to a subtle scout, pointy ears and a rounded snout. It’s complexion pinkish kind of pale, it may have had a curly tail. I looked again but it wasn’t there, a pig man it was and for that I swear. Or could it be a boy deformed, from a surgery ill-performed? Or maybe perhaps my imagination, or possibly even the resident Haitian. For voodoo they practice and dark magic they make, the hair of a pig they’re known to take. The truth is that I’ll never be certain, what it was behind that curtain. But deep down the thing I know, a pig man once looked out that window.