Mister...

When I found you by myself,

you just about scared the crap outta me.

It took me a while to figure out what you were.

Finally, my heart stopped pounding.

What are you doing here and why?

Did you come here alone, like me, just to die?

Did someone else bring you to this place, to put you down?

Mysteries abound and then some are found.

Lying on the ground, half buried in leaves, now I can see

just what you used to be.

All bristly hide, old bleaching bones tucked up inside, very well disguised.

You know what gave you away,

here in the dappled rays on top of 'Lonely Hill'?

Your cloven hooves, Sport.

That and your massive size.

Only a few things from these parts, that rhyme with what you are.

Rather, what you were.

No more mysteries in store,

Mr. Skeletal Boar.