Wednesday, May 12, 2004

I have a cousin Blue Fish in Alabama, My female humans father wrote this poem for him.

An Ode from Blue Fish....

I love it when my people change my water out

My vision gets much clearer and my plant roots all hangout

I hover among the roots and take a nip or two

But feeding time is best of all cause eating is what I do

A big black dog will look at me and I’m glad she’s not a cat

I try to hold very still and do not make a move or anything like that

My people call be Osea cause I’m blue as I can be

I share my vase and plant with all who come to see

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