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Goldie’s chin

  • Gary Hunter
  • Aug 17, 2024
  • 1 min read

once upon a time

that would have been my dog’s

snout on the kitchen table  reaching and

tonguing leftovers left near the edge

 

this day it was a goldfish

who chined a lily pad to get a piece

of fish food lying on it

 

if that had been Amber  I’d have yelled

and she would have low-tailed it

to a back bedroom to hide

 

but this fishy behavior was so

impressive I wanted to reach in

and shake his fin

 

instead   

I watched him sink back into the water

as the round leaf rose back to the surface

cleaner than a licked dinner plate

 
 
 

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