Blue Fish, by Jill O’Doherty

I wonder if other fish feel like this and what does a fish do when she’s blue

The net tight.

She’s that little fish on a dish

caught, going nowhere.

Deep down, under the water,

She’s that little krill in the lonely chill,

Waiting on a whale.

Shoals apart,she floats and has an out of water experience,

Gasping on the hard earth, she raises her head

See’s the light,easy blue sky and sunlight dancing as waves roll by.

Shiny scales and bright eyes that say goodbye

It’s time to go, oh fish and fly.