Lone Fish
I observed some tiny fish whose formation was a ball,
But one fish didn't keep up too well and lagged a bit behind.
He looked a lot like a soccer ref, ready to call a foul,
But perhaps, his sense of circle had never been defined.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2023
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