Little star
of fishy smell lies
gasping air
all puckered,
bereft of tides to thwart heat,
sweaty and flustered.
His vision
was quite dizzy, as
the heat rose
from his bed,
searing five wee tentacles
deeper shades of red.
At last, sweet
dreams took over mind
and shade had
found his form,
‘neath strong wings of albatross
wandering the shore.
Spying star
upon the strand, he
quickly stops
and stares, then
pulls a jug from under wings,
placing it with care
within reach
of baked bright arms, so
thirst could end
for new found
friend, who’d soon be wet again,
tide was coming in.
So if you
find while wandering
another
soul in need,
do what you can to help them,
be a friend indeed!
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