moving every which way, an aquatic side-step or frenetic tango,
slimy bodies as though mossy rocks come to life
before settling again, their pin-***** eyes on your giant irises.
Written: August 2021. Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time for display at my local library and also (partly) for the annual Summer Reading Challenge that takes place at English libraries every year. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.