As the late afternoon light
reflects off the dazzling snow
and streams through my window
touching the different angles
of the world of my fish.
I wonder as he gaily swims about
captured in the splendor
of the afternoon light,
if he ever wants more.
Does my fish dream of rivers
with currents?
Of other creatures and rocks
and exotic plants.
Does he wish for ponds filled with
new and exciting things?
Does he ever wish he were a bird
and he could fly away.
My fish, swimming against the glass
does he feel trapped?
Does he dream of what could be?
Or does he take each day
for what is given.
Is he grateful for the flakes
that appear each day for him
to gladly gobble down;
or the days when he can
breathe easily in new water.
Does he delight in swimming round
his very own bowl in circles.
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