Pet Sitting
I
Volunteered
To watch the goldfish
Of John’s, But when I awoke
Golden fins were dulled bronze.
The poor little fish with upturned,
Swollen belly, had glazed vacant
Eyes, and was quick to be smelly.
Sparkling water that once splashed
And churned, had become eerily quiet,
And left me concerned. I had no choice
But to throw him in porcelain bowl,
And dash to the pet store, Flittering
Fish as my goal. I handpicked
A fish, finding a chubby,
Golden twin. The task
Was not easy Due
To a white speck
On the fin. New Fish
Was placed in glass
Basin to roam, Awaiting
His new owner, John, to come home.
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