An Accidental Encounter of Species
The eyes are the first thing
Big golden things
Adapted for their environment
But those wide mouths
Always opening to such wide darkness
Cute though
How they come up to the glass as I draw near
I love to watch them feed as well
Striking at their food
But the cloudy air they must breathe
No wonder we lose so many
Only the few hardy ones returning to
The smooth barrier that holds them in
What a shame
They do not have gills like me
And do not taste the sweet waters that surround me.
