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Little Fish
by Alison McKenzieMy fish died,
And I feel ridiculously sad.
I dont know why,
He wasnt particularly friendly
(Like the fish we had once
Who would swim into my hand
Like a cuddle
When I cupped the bowel
Looking for all the world like
He was happy to see me
When I came over
To feed him)
But we'd had him for
Almost 4 years
In a simple bowel
With no fan fare,
Just changing the water
Every week or so
And feeding him twice a day.
Just lately he'd gotten
A little personality
Or maybe I just imagined it.
Anyway,
My fish died
And I feel an exaggerated sense
Of loss.
Maybe it's because
I relate a bit
To the muffled reality
Of his water world.
Goodbye little fish,
And thank you for your quiet vitality.
01/15/2008 Author's Note: I know, it's silly. He was just a fish.
Posted on 01/15/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/16/08 at 02:18 AM Outstanding! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 01/16/08 at 08:14 AM Death in any form always makes one think of their own mortality... I know it does for me.. I offer my condolences from this side of the blue Pacific... alisa..;-) |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 10/02/10 at 11:33 AM What a beautiful poem. |
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