Fish Guy

Two beta fish in the same bowl attack; it’s inevitable

My childhood was pretty normal

I climbed trees in the yard with enough

protruding knobs to step to the top

where I’d hope to hide

so I could read in silence

Now that tree’s gone 

We had to cut it down

because it was sick 

The leaves had all fallen

and the naked branches shivered danger

It had a million faces between all the knobs

but just one I understood

the face of resignation

to knowing near death a comfort

Tragic grin and weightless brows

Ataraxic at shedding its bark

The fish guy advises to keep them apart