Geahry the Fairy
Wrasse in my Tank.
You tried to go walking,
Now swimming you ain't.
I'm sorry I let you,
down when I did.
At first under rocks,
I thought you had hid.
Seems I left the lid open,
a smidge, just a crack.
Yet I found you this morning,
there dead on your back.
The wood counter called you,
to your end I fear.
I'm sorry dear Geahry,
I'll mourn you all year.
I can only hope,
there's a heaven for fishes.
Where reefs span forever,
and you get all your wishes.
