Tiger (Fish)


" Tiger "


The Fish poem

When I saw the fish the first time all orange and white,

I said to myself "will he live a long time? He might."

He lived for a while as I said to myself:

"He could grow enough to be on a meat shelf!"

Well on a sad day,he passed away

and we buried him in my backyard.



I kept crying when he died.

We had to put him in an earring box.

He was the first but the next was my Blackfin.

We replaced them with look-alikes.......

but their souls could never be replaced.



Tiger (Fish)