Caring For A Dead Fish

amazing unbelieveable

I had a fish - a spiny sailfinned Plecostomus, called Norman. I had him for a little over 10 years. When he died back in February, he had grown from his original 3/4' to about 10' long. Not only was he too big to flush, but frankly I didn't feel right sending him off in that time honoured way. So we gave him a viking burial - launched him in a box, complete with sail and figurehead, ablaze on a local river. As part of his send-off, a close friend had done some research, and read out your poem just prior to the launch. Thanks for the words!

It all starts with our indifference to something or someone little and seemingly insignificant, and it ends up with the global all-pervasive who-cares attitude that may one day ruin the world. Great message, Peter. A 10. Julia

I never thought a poem would be made with the line 'who cares about a dead fish'. A cool poem you have here Pete. It's a really cool one. I give it 10.

I wonder how many dead fish wash up on your doorstep daily that not one person cares about...could it be that you are able to see something coming that the rest of us fail to see? ? Time for all of us to wake up!

A lovely statement All the best Ian

Everything matters, yes, I really love this one, an absolute 10 from me, Love duncan

Wonderful food for thought. You have a real talent for encouraging people to care about the little things in life. Hugs Anna xxx