the pet fish

the pet fish                                                      January 21, 2016
like a falling leaf
i am too old to know what i am doing
becoming mulch
and carrying the radical message of the crown
to enrich the ground

the potted tree
loves the pet fish
they have never met
but when the boy
dumps the old water
his mother
waters the tree
with the leftover fish pee

the pet fish
swims in his dish
with the neon rocks
under a milk crate
with a cat on top
she steals his sun
but can’t taste his life

the cat
bats at the potted tree
looking for birds
in the house
it’s her job
to defend the place

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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