Waiting

• Erin Divall, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

Our scales glisten in the cool water,
As we slowly surface towards to the now uneven surface.
My fins slice through the cold clear water,
My tail pushes me up at a dramatic rate.
My heart starts to pound as I come that bit closer.
Our hearts all racing together at once,
A strong hard beat pulses through the water.
I aim to get there first, to be first to the surface,
The others all want the same thing too,
I am so close now I can see the light.
My adrenalin consumes me, and finally,
I make it first,
But, there is no floating food in the water.

They were just passing by,
Embarrassed and unsatisfied,
I recoil to wait for the next movement above the bowl.