Goldfish

In my mind, I envision a glass bubble filled with cool aqua water and tangerine swimmers- goldfish with rosy lips and black bulgy eyes. Like music to my ears, I listen to the calm bubbles blow and pop. It's like a song that is sung underwater. The goldfish run around in the seaweed garden like children playing hide and seek.

Orange guppies

in the blue sea;

fishbowl.

The rosy scent of minature scarlet poppies attracted their attention. The slimy touch of green pickle algae made them squirm like shivering, silent newborn squirrels under the maple trees.

Green algae,

scarlet roses;

a mini tangle.

In rows of four, the fish exit the tangle and hibernate in the boysenberry sponge tunnel. In pair of two, they kiss and meditate to the mermaid's psalm. The sound of the Indian flute, singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" made them dance the waltz. Once they leave the boysenberry sponge tunnel, a young girl with turquoise, wavy hair that touches her naval is seen relaxing on the emerald rock as she finished playing the flute.

Mermaids who sing

voicelessly with talent;

the musician with a tail.