The catch of the day is the feast of tomorrow
The wet smell from the market lingers
In fish pies, sushi bars and chip shops
The catch of the day is the banquet of tomorrow.
Hanging by their fins inhaling smoke
They don’t look appetizing when raw
I never thought I would like eating fish
Hanging by their fins inhaling smoke
Their home was a large ocean
linked by streaming rivers and crashing waterfalls
Now they’re dead, they’ve travelled
Further then they ever did at sea where
Their home was a large ocean
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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