M.L. Squier

Many an animal might wish

That it could be a flying fish

Swimming, Swimming

Swiftly, Swiftly

Upon the water

Then up and away

Into the blue air.

We watch and wonder how

It ever got up there.

Birds watch, too, and remember

Their watery past.

Fish have become birds

That once were just fish.

I sometimes wonder if

Men were once dolphins

Who left the salty sea-

To become you and me-

Homo sapiens?