The fish’s wish

Deep below the light colored sea

Where there is hardly any anemone

A fish lies down covered in sand

Waiting for its occasional morning dish

With nothing swimming by

The fish rises up from its spot

And goes to a small hole

 To seek out, what may dwell

As the fish finds nothing

No food to eat

He suddenly realizes

 His life’s repeat

He searches for something new

Not one, but maybe two

Friends, acquaintances, that he could bid adieu

When he came upon a small goldfish

And talked with him,

A smile had formed on both of them

And they were thankful the day was through

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson