The Fish in My Pond!

Out my back window I see fish in my pond; A sight I like to behold, O, much better than gold. Once they were gold in my bowl; Now, I see them from my window, Looking down where the water falls. Around they swim, back and forth, Traveling from south to north And back and forth again and again. Of their travels there is no end! They don’t seem to mind being confined; At least they haven’t to me whined.

1054 on 2 Jan., 2023