I admire what I do not see, little fish swimming in on the gentle lapping tide.
Seeking the tasty morsels that heat has caused to rise.
Enjoying a banquet now laid bare, before being dragged back to a deeper depth.
To be wary and dodge being someone else’s tasty dish.
© 2022 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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