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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