Every day it’s the same–
years..
“Hey fishies… want some food?”
They are ogling from many angles eager until
I actually
enter the room
fling back one blackout drape
open the others
turn off the nightlight
(I said what I said)
and slip a pinch of food into their
domain.
Slowly one creeps out
from behind the pineapple
under the sea, then the other
and if I move suddenly
OR hang around
there’s a violent swish as if
they’re escaping sure death.
I don’t meet their eyes
just now lest
they spook even worse and
hurt my feelings all the more.
Is this how the real God feels,
too?
“See you at tea time, guys.”
(I said what I said.)
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Well, that’s neither Irish nor a tale, so I’ll just have to say it:
Happy St. Patrick’s Day ☘️💚😊
❤️
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Under the mask.. 
