Of Things Seen and Not Believed

I never met a flying pig with sprouted wings from fleshy sides.



I never met a little girl who shed her fur to take smooth skin, a former monkey-pie.



I’ve yet to meet that man of letters who could explain or teach a single thing, apart from grace.



Yet I have met a wormy little caterpillar-bug who once did crawl from dust to tomb, transformed, not evolved, to butterfly.