Oh, my clown fish, swim to me,
Let my tentacles keep you safe, you will see,
When you are out wild, if you feel fear, flee!
For you to survive, I am the key,
As you are for me,
Your little striped body fits mine to a tee,
So let us take a plea,
That we will protect each other under the sea.
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In the past, my husband and I owned a clownfish. He was a small, adorable creature that happily swam in our eight-gallon saltwater tank. Having a clownfish gave us joy, provided laughter, and some teachable moments. Keeping a clownfish in a saltwater tank is a significant endeavor that includes cleaning, ensuring their well-being, and maintaining the correct water temperature. Every saltwater novice must know one aspect of having a clownfish. An anemone is a must-have when it comes to keeping clownfish.
The Anemone and the clownfish had a symbiotic relationship. Both give and take in this unique relationship. For example, the Anemone would provide the clownfish protection and a safe haven. In return, the clownfish would keep harmful parasites away by cleaning and feeding them nourishing food. We would find the clownfish at night sleeping in the Anemone.
The Anemone’s search for privacy for itself and the clownfish involved movement to darker locations in our tank. Understanding this, my husband would create little privacy coves using corals and rocks so the Anemone would get more comfort. It was a fun and peaceful experience for the whole family. It taught us about relationships, even two working together to create a bond for a lifetime.
Unfortunately, life got busy, and we no longer had the time to give them the care they needed. The maintenance was also so much for us to ensure that the clown and the Anemone had a healthy environment. Therefore, our local aquarium shop helped us re-home this clownfish with his Anemone. At least we have a few pictures and videos of our clownfish with his Anemone to remind us of our time together.
About the Creator
Daphsam
Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.
At the Sheltering Doors
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
By Kevin Rolly5 days ago in Horror
Comments (4)
Such a cute photo & informative reading about the cute couple! I have difficulty keeping pot plants alive… so will spare the clownfish & anemone trauma & keep my distance.😉
Awww, those little private coves seem so adorable! So sorry you had to let them go. Life sometimes gets so busy. Did you name your clownfish and his anemone?
Sweet.
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