This poem is written from the perspective of a wild pig. Boar hunting is very popular in England and elsewhere but what makes this poem particularly interesting is that it is not from the perspective of the hunter. In the beginning of the poem, the black pig is sleeping and is awakened by “unknown spears.” The pig is frightened by the sound of war (“fallen horsemen” and “perishing armies”). In this case, the pig is not being hunted but is rather an observer of the barbarity of man. Another interesting detail is two mentions of the word “dew”, the first signifies the beginning of the day when the pig is awakened (“the dew drop slowly and dreams gather”) and the second signifies the end of the day (” when the day sings drowned in dew”).