Darkness has slipped the sky.
Fish slumbering under lily pads lie.
The pump jumps on, yet still,
They do not awake.
Until food is scattered and tantalizingly flows their way,
They’re awake in an instant.
Rushing up and down,
Passing each other, covering quite a distance.
Once the feast has been consumed,
Back with heads docked under lily pads,
And tails swishing gently for balance in the sun,
Settle down once more for a quiet snooze.
© Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Pixabay License
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