I found a finless fish…well, fishtailing, I guess, along the bottom of my pond.
I asked him what he was doing in there (cause I was planning
to drain that pond and set up a trampoline instead, though I didn’t tell him
that).
He said, “I’m living; what does it look like I’m doing?”
“Can’t you live somewhere else?”
He didn’t answer.
“Where are your fins?”
“Really? You’re going to hint that I should leave then ask a
rude question like that?”
“Sorry.”
I kicked the gravel, asked if he needed something to eat,
but he silently slithered along.
When I checked on him before bed, the pond was empty.
Photo/Public Domain: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3AMyctophum_punctatum1.jpg
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