A Friendly Fish
A stream flows bubbling a gurgling at your feet.
A dark fish all desiccate is there in the least.
Singing his song to your ears, a song of silence.
Hearing the silence of a sight seen incandescence.
Is what you hear, a fact or fiction for you to bear?
Listening, you hear, thinking, you see, yes the fish...
He is right you know, not to go below, but sit.
Waiting a minute, then taking seat by his dish,
You hear him again, eat from his plate, the water
A liquid full of life, and drinking, the cadaver.
“Water is like you,” says the finned one,
“Wearing away my home, expanding grown”
“IT is my home, a great place, you should admire.”
“But look, here you sit, not standing anymore,”
“So I have done my part, now do yours.”
A stream flows bubbling a gurgling at your feet.
A dark fish all desiccate is there in the least.
Singing his song to your ears, a song of silence.
Hearing the silence of a sight seen incandescence.
Is what you hear, a fact or fiction for you to bear?
Listening, you hear, thinking, you see, yes the fish...
He is right you know, not to go below, but sit.
Waiting a minute, then taking seat by his dish,
You hear him again, eat from his plate, the water
A liquid full of life, and drinking, the cadaver.
“Water is like you,” says the finned one,
“Wearing away my home, expanding grown”
“IT is my home, a great place, you should admire.”
“But look, here you sit, not standing anymore,”
“So I have done my part, now do yours.”
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