The dugong lays asleep with dreams of seagrass and other vegetative things.
Suddenly, he leaps into the air and soars like a blubbery bird.
Then falling! So fast falling!
From the corner of his eyes he spots Aquaman.
The hero yells out, "my man!", then floats away to bring salvation to the helpless.
The dugong is filled with joy.
He is recognized.
He reaches the ground with a heavy thud, awakened.
Dugong has fallen out of bed.
Head hurts.
Reaching outward, he pulls down blankets to the floor.
No more falling this day.
The dugong returns to resting.
Pain subsides quickly.
"He called me 'my man'," dugong murmers as he returns to deep slumber.
- The Flying Dugong, a poem by Lerticus
*Bulli the King of Sweden for dedushka's most deserved Nobel Prize*