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.

#poetry #poet

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