Morning Grief
Sheba sat upon a leaf.
There began my morning grief.
For when I checked on him today
he hadn't moved since yesterday.
I shook the plant.
His body bobbed.
Panic set in as my heart sobbed.
I bit my lip.
I hid my pain.
Now, I must flush him down the drain.
Not wanting to react too soon,
I poked him with a metal spoon.
Not a fin twitched;
a second poke.
Alas! Sheba abruptly woke.
He darted off in a hurried swim.
Then glared at me for poking him.
I screamed in shock,
"I thought you were dead!
You stupid fish! Go back to bed!"
And as I sighed with great relief,
Sheba returned to his favorite leaf.
Copyright © Danielle Thompson | Year Posted 2009
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