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.