Wild Pig - Running

I saw a wild pig running down the street.

I thought it might be lost, but it seemed to have a plan. Maybe running away, maybe running toward something new.

Everyone stared at the wild pig that didn't belong. Not like that, not in the city. It could have come from a cage, a circus, a zoo, anywhere that it had been captured and put on display. Then it would belong. Then it would make sense.

The wild pig didn't want to make sense. It wanted to run. So it ran down the street, cutting off cars that could have crashed but didn't. They stopped in time, and that's all the pig needed.

I only saw the pig for half a minute before it was gone.

I hope it arrived safely, wherever it was trying to go.