Glub Blub

Glub

Glub Glub
Blub Blub
Bubbles floating up,
Up through to water
To the shining surface
The surface
Like a distorted memory
Swirly forever changing
Swish, Swish
Goes my tail
Propelling me across
The small enclosure
That is my cage
With rocks
And fake plants
I am alone
In a house
Breathing the oxygen
From the water

Alone

Welcome

This is a blog about poetry, all poems, occasional short storys. All me.

Stairways

Stairways

and

A gate

Between Two worlds

Up and down

They can be dangerous

One false move and

They bring pain and suffering

Dogs try to go

They really do

But we invented a way

To stop them

It is called a gate