'WHEN PIGS FLY'
a poem by BuddyBlack
I think I saw
A piglet fly
Where pigs
can't really
Be,
Catching rides
On warm air lifts
High above the trees.
Sailing, circling,
Soaring there
From cloud
To fluffy cloud,
Flapping little
Piglet wings,
A pig so very
Proud.
Yet, pigs, I think
Can't really fly,
But I'm sure
Of what I
Saw.
So ask me twice,
Or even thrice,
And I'll tell
You all the same,
I saw a pig
With piglet wings
Acting quite
The ham,
Sailing, soaring,
Circling there,
High above my
Dreams.
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