by Tammy Nguyen

Bubbly Eyes

My fish have bubbly eyes,

he stares at me as I pass by.

His golden scales glimmer with light,

but he swims away when he sees me in sight.

At least that’s what I think,

for he had not moved for at least a week.

Now he just float,

belly up,

with his head down low,

but his bubbly eyes are still open,

and his eyes still follow me.