Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.134.95.211

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

My Pet Poem, THE BETTAS

Like everyone else, I felt sorry
For the bright fish in the tiny cups,
Too many for too few homes, impossible
To think they’d not die there —
Sad,’cause it only follows:
Birds meant to fly, fish to swim.

We had a 20-gallon tank, but since
Even a single betta could 
Take it over, not very nicely, and
With me being who I am,
I wanted one of those splendid bettas,
Almost more than I just
Wanted to save one from cup-death,
And give it a nice home in a 5-gallon
Tank bought just for him.

He was a red crowntail, 
I named him Degas.  He learned
To know me, swimming mouth to glass
When I entered the room,and
When it was his time to eat.
I’d put my face near the tank’s glass
To let him see me smile his way,
For 8 months before he died, 
Making me sad,because many live 5 years,
And he was my artist of sweet.

Then, I cleaned the tank, cycling
New water, getting in turn
Over the next decade, 2 other red 
Crowntails and then 2 blue, named
In order: Monet, Renoir Pissarro, 
  and Bogart.
And, just this past year I chose female
Bettas,who will live together,
Unlike the males. So,
The  girls have “sororities.”
My new 8-gallon tank became home 
To Martha and Mary, Azure and Blue,
All for obvious reasons.  But,
For unknown reasons, here after 8 months
Only Azure remains.

God must have lessons to learn 
From our having pet fish, 
But, perhaps I think there certainly
Is something to be learned from
The daily observation of Moving Beauty
24/7, content in itself, without reward,
Ignorant of any possibility of applause, 
Taking both life and death as they come.

———————————————————————————————————-
(c) sally Young eslinger 2021
Thanks be to God

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required