Pogi Poem by Kay Barcelon

Pogi is handsome; He likes to swing
He loves to play; He loves the vines
Strikingly blue Pogi is a true loner
He does not like mirrors; He’d let you know

He likes to be spoken to
His tail would glow
His green will be greener
His red will be redder

That was Pogi until this morning
This afternoon he had passed
They all told me he is short-lived
But he lived three whole years

For a Siamese fish
He lived a long time
Showed me he is a real fighter
And a mighty one

For hours he gasps for air
Waiting for me to get home
Then with his last breath
He said his last goodbye

Gracefully he swam around the vines
Showed me his pretty rainbow tail
He swing again for one last time
And slowly by the rocks he lay

I was sad for a while
But then again I was not
He showed me in that last minute
That he appreciated all those years

Goodbye Pogi, I will miss you too…