the demon of the fish pond
it wandered away from the water
and got lost in the garden
when I cracked the door that was it
it sped in and now I can't get
the damn thing out of my chair
sucking down sardines and goldfish
and spitting the bones out on a plate
good thing I already had dinner
it was hot out on the night air
sultry September as I sat in the window...
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