To see you laying on ice so frozen
Scooped out of the deep free ocean.
Caught never to speed down, down into the deepest sea.
Never to frolic in shoals of coloured splendour.
Now still upon a slab awaiting
To be placed upon a plate with chips
With lemon slices and salty flaky bits.
To bring pleasure to some hungry folk’s tongue and lips.
© 2023 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Pixabay License
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