only one was there in the morning
and not even greeting me, his overstuffed
white belly distended, his companion nowhere
to be seen, hidden under a rock, dead as
a doornail, after eating large chunks of
flour tortillas dropped into their tank
in a fruitless attempt to broaden their diet.
and tonight there is only one, Arnie the Tank
swimming listlessly around missing his
dear Isabelle left floating in the toilet
bowl this morning all alone.