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A Fish Called Wonder

A Fish Called Wonder

I have grown very fond of my goldfish
swimming happily in his bowl
swirling around listening to my woes
sometimes he looks at me
as if he's smiling
other days quite possibly
he wears a frown
I tell him everything
I feed him
multicoloured flakes
I wonder if he sees the colours?
I change his water
I feed him again
and change his water
a ritual almost every other day
I even leave my curtains slightly open
when I'm not home
just so he can see the sun's rays if it's a beautiful day
and on nights when there's a storm
I place him on my vanity table in my bedroom
close to my bed, so he doesn't get scared
I know you're thinking, heā€™s just a goldfish
but to me heā€™s a friend
one that I trust with all my secrets
often, I wonder if he gets bored?
I watch him, I talk to him and I feel peaceful
when I'm around him
I shall be very sad one day, when he dies
I wonder if I will grieve?
Iā€™ve had much practice in the years
will I feel lost without him?
what if I die first?
I wonder if he will miss me?
will someone rescue him?
take him and cherish him as I have?
I often wonder about these things
because
I really love to wonder.

Ā 

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Jacques' Sprokies

Maybe he has swallowed a diamond. Like in the movie. Nice write.Ā Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

My play on words but it's not wander šŸ¤£ I can't say I wouldn't be sorry if he has swallowed a diamondĀ  šŸ¤£ thank you dear B.S šŸŒ¹

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Rory McGinlay

I wonder if he can see the colours?

Isn't it good to see the colours? I like to think of it in psychology terms, I call it Theory of mind, a signature of one who gives a... To see from another's point of view. This might drive you too insanity but to see the colours, that is what's worth whileĀ 

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Shirley Harrison

Dear Rory, anĀ  absolutely key word in this was the colour to be stuck day in day out in a bowl you have seen the depth of this and I am so grateful for your excellent wisdom. Thank you dear friend. šŸŒ¹

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