They huddled together in silence.
There wasn’t anything more to say.
One built his dwelling out of straw;
the other fashioned his from clay.
Both majestic structures stood proudly,
perched firmly upon the mountain tall.
Until the unforgiving wrath of elements
brought about their vertical downfall.
Foolish pride led the first astray.
His woven hut lasted barely a day.
The second built his a better way;
still the torrid rain washed it away.
A misguided focus on appearance
was admirable at best.
Better construction materials yield
a more durable nest.
Two watter-logged piggies snorted,
squealed and stewed.
For their bricklayer brother’s house
could still be viewed.