Rasboras, Rasboras what shy fish you were
For at least five months you always hid
The bottom of the tank beneath the sponge filter
Your permanent hidden aqua Shangri-La
You never swam to the top of the tank for food
I wondered if you would starve to death
Then a week ago, an explosion of bravery
Suddenly you were everywhere
Swimming all over the tank
Merrily chasing one another
Dashing to the top for daily fish flakes
Now I think I know why the sudden change
When all of you were shyly reclusive
One of you was like a fearless rebel
Swimming to the top occasionally
He must have been your scout
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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