Drifting

Drifting

Oh how serene

Sweet blue and green

Drifting moss

Lazily growing amidst the reeds

Darting fish

Snatching food from hooks

Baited and caught

A new hole forms

Through the lip

Before freedom once more

Fins pushing and pulling

The lazy fish through the water

And the moss drifts

Again

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