Down by the pool in summer I saw - - -
Glistening in cool water glade
goldfish lies, and silent, debates.
Dappling warmth in mellow shade
stirs urgent use for inbred traits.
Basking in green swaying braids,
makes certain aim, but goldfish waits.
Globey eyed and feed delayed,
pouts thickened lips, then hesitates.
Silver gleam of food parades
above liquid world and lust creates.
Goldfish moves, as swift leap made
dies then careless fly, and urge abates.
Hi Fay, found the pool where you lie low, nicely done and well formed poem, David