You are often awefully quiet
You are often out of mind,
But you are always there for me
I'll never leave you behind.
Your eyes look like bubbles
Your scales an orange-gold,
Even though you're in a bowl
Our future will unfold.
I wake up in the morning
And see you by my bed,
Swimming around your little bowl
With a tint of cherry red.
Although I cannot pet you
Or play around outside,
When I show how much I love you
I stretch my arms out wide!
Author notes
This poem to my fish was written for a mid-day quickie contest by SpydurPoet. It just so happened to be prompt #8 on the list
A contest entry
- Mid-Day Quickie by SpydurPoet.
550 points, ended September 27, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Great job with the prompt. Imagery was stunning. Thanks for entering the contest and best of luck!
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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