Today I've decided I'm going to do a poem instead of a story.
The clear glass lays in front of me
I think to myself, maybe if I push just hard enough
But the glass never breaks
The glass is stronger than I
I climb onto the drifting piece of plastic
It sits beneath a warm glow
As I dry I wonder
What if I had been born somewhere else?
I imagine myself floating amid waves
Walking on beach sands that warm my feet
Sitting under the real sun
With a real reason to live
I come back to the present
One of them has approached my enclosure
What if this one will let me out?
I jump into the water and splash about
The top opens and I'm excited
But then I see my attempts are misguided
For now I'll just have to accept my fate
As little balls of food hit the water
Plop, plop, plop
I quickly guzzle them
Sometimes in groups of three
Maybe I don't mind this so much...
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