The Puffer

Increasing in Size
Never the prize
Staying away is always wise.

Under rock
Puff --> Pins
The Puffer always wins

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Puffer fish, what can I say?  I wasn't really trying with this poem

Fish and Bridge

Passing Once not to return

Yet brothers will see for many years

Sometimes quiet and sometimes loud

Right and Left, flowers abound.

Green grass blocks

Moist, brown, ground

Trickling and bubbling

World to see at my leisure

But once pass the bridge, will not return

Deeper waters are in my future

When?

No matter, present brings all I need

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Really just tried to abstractly describe the surroundings a fish would see in the rivers near my home.  Its beautiful in the summer but eventually, many of the fish will leave the river and spend the rest their lives in a damn or lake.... it is possible they'll get out of it in the river on the other side though.

Thinking of this beautiful scenery really calms and humbles me.