She Will Never Return
Overgrown pig watched the young woman as she descended into the pool
Those are colorized buttercups! His mind screamed.
She will never return to our world, he thought.
These thoughts were correct; she never did.
Come join me, she said, but pig was too afraid.
He had never pictured himself orange, pink or blue.
He was a die hard 1952 pig; grayscale was all he knew.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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