Pterodactyl pigs with earthly dreams of feeling the ground down beneath,
soaring amongst the dreamy clouds,
landward ho thy sky borne swines
toward Mother Earth to set foot upon in a foreign land away from home,
a habitat trading habitats or a
contrary phenomenon of such,
like a fish hiking along the trail,
or a fish fishing for fishermen,
or a fly swatting a humanoid,
or a mouse chasing after a cat,
or a bathophobic man taking a bath,
or a tomorrow trading places yesterday,
or a helium in a downward motion,
or an invention of a man in reverse,
or a pig feeling the ground below.
Flying pigs in a foreign land
on a platform called ground,
an earthly pressure against the feet,
a can’t go downward anymore,
a looking up at the mountain tops,
an upside down sky right side up
in a place where they don’t belong.
What a weird trip that was,
a phenomenon to scare the hell
out of all flying pigs.
’Tis better to fly back up
into the sky and get
the bearings straight.
Up is up and down is down.
The moral of the story;
If you have a flying pig,
keep him up there.
In response to Nelson's poem "Pigs can Fly."