A talk by a dying fish:
The sun so brazen
It parched my throat
I felt the coarse gulp the froth
Cuddle my love
Look into my deep crimson eyes
I know
Thou shall uncover my robe
To reveal the least
Keep me yours
Not the eye of the beholder
You’ll wave me your last
I know
Snowing me with zest
Saaveri Dhekney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fishy-tales/
