Gulp

I’m just a little goby and I swim above the sand I’m glad to live beneath the waves and not upon the land I hear there’s cats and birds up there that love to dine on fish So as a little goby I’m right here where I would wish My fins kick up a little sand as I go on my way I’m looking for a tasty meal which I do every day Perhaps I’m quite a hypocrite as I seek out a morsel For like a cat, a shrimp would send a shiver down my dorsal And there it is, my lunch today is flitting to and fro It’s almost mesmerising so I guess I’ll have a go I swim up very stealthily and open my mouth wide The sand erupts… and it’s an anglerfish I’m stuck inside! And so I sit here hoping that another fish might follow And I can swim out as he finds a bigger fish to swallow I cannot bare to think I might be chewed up to a pulp And I can only hope the last sound I hear isn’t, “Gulp!”