A strange stew of a day

When as a young boy

A catfish was laid

On a park bench

By the sea

And it was mammoth

And breathing heavily

I did not know

They stayed alive

For so long

So I waited

Decided to be there

For the fish

With the fish

As a last friend

But it took so long

I grew bored of it

Even as clouds

Grew dark in its big eyes

I thought, “Won’t you just die?”

I needed to move on

From respect to boredom

I inched away

It breathed too long

It would have to die alone

I’m not the boy who stays

While you tarry