from the air, it seems
giant swine might well
inhabit there –
a silver curved corrugated
hood, with one foot firmly
sunken into the mud –
but no porcine lethargy is
found within judging by the
incessant raucous din
as myriad ant-like people
scurry to-and-fro, to frolic
down a man-made hill of snow,
in sheer ecstasy they emit
ecstatic toboggan squeals
and refuel after on soft drinks,
beer and fast-food meals
it’s a leisure palace, a wild
exciting winter ride,
a cool two degrees below
bright sunshine outside