Terrified in a bucket,
Half-full ocean in a convenience room.
A rat on routine.
Bi-alternatives awaited:
Swim to life, or sink to bye.
I swam. I sighed. I trembled.
Beating water with whisker-fins,
Struggling to live,
'Till nature's call kicked the bucket.
Turbulence swallowed me.
I rested on the ocean bed,
Then arose to jump up, out, and live.
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