Jumping Trout

i don't think about fish very much

i suppose they don't think much of me

golden forms circling in chamomile

steam rising from the morning pond

accustomed to the bland life

(forget everything every 3 seconds)

moss-covered glade luring me to murky depths

tasty fish flesh gleaming at sunrise

rise through; muscular sleek body

propelling effortlessly with the current

break the surface - explode into the sky

(haven't been here in a while)

bee trap in gummy jaws (maws-covered)

full body fins coated in dry air

scale sparkle pink blue green puce

still, timestop moment in midair

headfirst plunge back home

*bloop*

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