a deer in the trees
and two more in the creek, but
no little goldfish
The air was crisp, the water clear enough and tasty. This is the creek nearby where I’ve watched little goldfish swimming around. It’s a mystery where they come from. Somehow they seem to just appear with the water as the creek fills then just disappear as the creek dries up. From the time I was little, I’ve always loved watching them, there bright orangey animal bodies. It cheers me to see them swimming around and around, they seem so happy and free. So every now and then I walk to the creek hoping to see the goldfish again.
