Our goldfish died today
It was large and old
Used to swim around
Someone else's mobile bowl
Before being put in our pond
To roam...
                      A stationary garden home


It was a graceful death
On the surface
A sidestroke passing
Shallow breathing before
Taking in a final breath
Of fresh air
                       Now our goldfish is...somewhere.

Written: 14th July 1996
Copyright Nicholas Treadwell 2001