Ode to the Zombie Pig

So, dear readers.  This poem insisted on being posted.  It is an inside reference to a muse of one of my Bedlam Farm Creative Group friends.  It may seem mysterious to some, especially the photo orb.  But perhaps some inspiration will rise from pondering it.

There is a place 

   where nothing is impossible

      Time waits

          Forgiveness is free

              Broken hearts mend

                 Hope is never lost

It is not somewhere over a rainbow

It is here

    It is now

        It arrived when Pigs Flew.


Deborah H Rahalski

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