by Tammy Nguyen
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,
with his head down low,
but his bubbly eyes are still open,
and his eyes still follow me.