Fish Gone - Poem by Mia Ocean
I am watching the fishie,
he is watching me.
Its giant eyes watch in admiration,
looking almost too big for its fragial fish-self.
I move to the left of the tank,
and he catiously follows me.
I grow to like this fish.
It is tropical blue
with a yellow stripe down the middle.
It was still watching me,
when i lost my balance.
I got back up
and saw a very large orange fish
with very large white teeth and a very large menacing grin
staring at me with my tropical blue fishes' tail
poking out of his very sharp pointy teeth.
he was GONE.
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