me, a small fish
in a small pond, here
plankton, really.....

but hopefully,
intelligently,
so..

i is, just swimming along,
taking note....
of the self  proclaimed big fish.
as they bring their ego's
along....
and fight for space....
catfish style......
mroewspit-spit...slash-spit.
all words and claws and puffing of self.....

we the smallfish, plankton,
yabbies and frogs....
find ourselves other places to be not from fear, no
boredom(nuttin new to see)
and other poets to read....
ones with interesting words to eat(to feed the brain)

so while the big fish take
bites outta each other...
and muddy up the water

we the smaller fish...
(but might i say no less better)
are just getting on with
pondlife.....
               but ain't that always        
                             the way of it.

(and just as a postscript i may add that with out the plankton, the pond would die)