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A Little fish

I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for my evening meal. 
Headless and nicely packed they were except for one that
 had a head on and was alive. I filled water in a glass jar put
 the sardine in and fed it bread crumbs. 
The headless sardines in the tin so still and dead I could
 not eat them put the tin back in the fridge.  
My little sardine grew too big for the jar cats were circling 
the house looking for a way in, so I took it to the empty lake 
that once had Bluegills fished to extinction, 
set my sardine free to feed on rotten vegetation
I don`t know how fish reproduces, but a year later a school 
of sardines were swimming around except for one that 
swam the opposite way- Bonanza! Grilled sardines and 
the people rejoiced thought it was going to last forever, 
and then there were none except one my sardine in oil. 	
I went down to the lake when it saw me it was so glad 
it jumped up in the air and was caught by a passing bird. 
Empty lake a dead eye in the wilderness tells no story.

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