I just couldn't help it: the piglet had my mouth watering

Sometimes, we see one image, and it brings to mind a related, but, in many ways, totally different effect from the one the author intended to project. In this case, and, many of you may think this to be blasfemous, when I looked at this week's prompt, I just couldn't help it: the piglet had my mouth watering. I didn't go and immediately satisfy this appetite, because it's not something one can afford every day, like we used to, but still, I'm pretty sure I'll get there eventually and this week's prompt will have made it so much better, just because of the increased amount of drooling over the idea of getting to this delicatessen that the intervening time will have provided.

(If you are curious about the image, you should travel here: Bairrada, Portugal)

I know it sounds crazy but, I kid you not... The same day that I was thinking about what to write on this prompt, I was out and about to get a carton of milk and and a very odd feeling, provoked by some utterly deep and primeval structure inside my brain made me look at the sky. It might have just been something that crept into my periferal vision. It also could have been a resquice of my military training that made a deep discomfort descend on me. The kind that one gets when not knowing that a sniper is somewhere in the horizon, just before a bullet hits the wall next to you. Above me, some five hundred meters to the East, where I was facing, my eyes phocused on a triangular area blacker than the night sky.

The moon was out and the sky was cloudy, and above me, was a flat black triangle, maybe one hundred meters long with the very tyniest reflection of the moonlight in each of its three corners that then turned into three very distinct lights, as it drifted into the clouds. I was thinking about the piglet and then, suddenly, I was feeling like a prey. The feeling did take a while to sink in.

I didn't feel fear, or bemusement or any kind of spiritual connection with it, like lots of experiencers usually report. I went through a perfect Spock moment: "fascinating", I thought. And then, the old soldier in me started to make calculations. Size, shape, weak points, just how much LX-14 would take to break it apart, and, what were the size of it's eggs... Both figurative interpretations apply here. Pun definitely intended. And yes, it still took me a couple of days to soak all this in and be able to talk about it.

After a few minutes of me staring at the thing, my feeling had definitely changed from one of primordial state of attention to one of defiance. Flight or fight, as they say. Just then, a couple of F-15s from the Portuguese Air Force showed up, booming above Mach and the object I was looking at just zoomed up into oblivion. I went from feeling like a piglet into feeling like a boar in the space of maybe ten minutes, but still, I knew, and I am now sure that I am the prey. I also know that the predator fears us, or he would stand his ground and that reminded me of the old Navy lesson of punching the shark in the snout if one ever swims in your direction. If the lights in the sky are the sign of something about to arrive, I'm pretty sure it will be a predator, just like we are. The big bad boy in his block is coming for a visit, and the long, long time of wandering through space to get here, is making his mouth drool over the little piglet. Let's hope this pig turns into a boar before the predator arrives.

13.02.25 @hefestus