I see the fish
fly into coral
the bright blue sea life
curling and growing
I see my fish
fly to the right
hiding in seaweed
out of my sight
I see a fish
swim into the cave
all alone
I hold tight to my fish
knowing what comes
I hear a great swoosh
and then there’s no more
what once was a person
a fish for someone
what once was a friend
is now a life, stolen.