All of my goldfish have died
or evolved into legged creatures
that can’t be contained in glass bowls
except you, and even you
have little need of me, never more
than indifferently picking
at the sprinkle of nourishment
You are content to remain
a solitary goldfish, never to grow
within the permanence of
your impervious sphere.
Photo by Duchess
Let's play the metaphor game: what animal are you and why?