A catfish in silt has no need of eyes
For then it is an Achilles’ heel:
A place dinner can poke to flee.
A catfish needs only to feel,
Smell, touch, taste; sight is a waste,
For without light few can tell
Shadow from figure or rock
From wall, so most catfish are blind...
Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis
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