Friday, November 6, 2009

At the water's edge

Seaweed tangles
at the water's edge;
shorebirds tiptoe
through the tide
while the gray cat peers
from the long grasses,
golden eyes gleaming orange
in late afternoon sun.

One dead goldfish
floating by,
released from prison
with a burial at sea,
mourns the loss
of his freshwater bowl,
staring one-eyed at the sky.

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