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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poor blue fish. : -(