by the graceful swimming
of two nearby goldfish
on this snowy night.
They search for small
pieces of food as diligently
as a small child collecting
colored eggs on Easter morning,
small morsels settled
comfortably onto the
rough surfaces of the artificial
leaves undulating in the
pump-generated current,
or drifting gently down
towards the green pebbles
scattered on the floor of
their watery home.
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