poetry, writing

Box Fish

Sweet little doot -doots swimming in the sea,

Wondering where they might be.

Floating about in turquoise waters,

Just like their mothers and fathers.

Staying just off the white sandy shore,

Knowing the gulf holds much more.

They’d swim to the reef if they could

But they’re happy playing in the driftwood

Taking a quick little dive for a snack

Then surfacing to spit the water back.

Yellow and small, dotted and square,

The little Box fish swim without a care.


Inspired by an encounter I had with two little box fish at a local beach a few years ago. They swam about and tried to even nibble on my arms in the warm gulf waters. Not sure how they got there, but they were fun to watch.

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