Peter Porker saw Thane –
the best biped-
with a carrot,
so crisp, so long…
longing becoming excitement
Peter Porker forgot the two steps
and living room.
When pigs fly.
Today’s prompt at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-two-4/:
take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens:
The sun can’t rise in the west.
A circle can’t have corners.
Pigs can’t fly.
The clock can’t strike thirteen.
The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.
A mouse can’t eat an elephant.
There may yet be more.