The Fisher
The Fisher
Can’t you see all of the fish in the sea looking at me?
So many eyes you should count them I got up to five thousand and three
I think of all fish looking at the stars at night glaring thinking what can they be
Are they just fish in the sky swimming around and the odd one much faster with
a tail so bright you’d certainly agree?
Reflections of each other are very common like a world full of animals that are
similar walking around being free
So that gets me to thinking about the fish and how they came to be
Do they not define their selves by what type of fish they are or do fish all think
basically
I randomly watch one big old fish to see how they live adapt ably
But I realize they are much like humans eating things that are more docile or
smaller don’t you see
It’s easier to be a big fish or a poisonous one with spikes but ugly not like
beautiful ones that glisten red gold and green
I just started counting fish and now it seems to me that every living organism
feeds on everything because we are a long time dead just lying still till the earth
ceases quietly
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2014
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