There’s a Pterodactyl in the Pool Cabana

So Brian passed it along,
With a pat on the nose and a song.
From Freaky Links in the South,
Yikes, look at that mouth.

Thanks Patrick for taking the family heat
With the head in your passenger seat.
To some, it’s a bizarre abomination,
Seeking love, far from its final destination.

The thing is in search of its new home.
The creature has more miles to roam.
Does it appear as an unwelcome louse?
Nay, now it’s in the pool house.

No need for further trepidation,
Or even swimmers’ consternation.
No reason for further fear and pain,
I’ll come get it; transport it to Maine.

I actually may,
By Labor Day.
In the meantime, what a bummer.
No swimming this summer?

Or using the pool cabana?
Please put on a little Santana.
Think of it as part of cryptid Americana,
That flew in from Montana.

This pterodactyl doesn’t wear a bandana,
Doesn’t eat even one silly banana.
Could it fly back to little Havana?
No, it’ll soon be a Maine fata morgana.

by Loren Coleman, June 24, 2007.

(Thanks to its new temporary host family, the Huyghes, with my random thoughts on this weekend’s adventure in getting the “Civil War Mystery Pterodactyl” closer to my collection in New England. Above images courtesy of Allie Huyghe. Photo below, thanks to Gregg Hale, Executive Director, Haxan Productions. Credit Fox TV. Much appreciation to the Caines, the first midwives.)