One day I was in the park with my young son

We stopped at an ornamental pool

I looked down at the fish and said

Do you see how the fish are coming to the surface and swimming around as they please

That’s what fish really enjoy   

My son looked up at me

His saucer blue eyes were full of doubt

You’re not a fish he replied

So how can you say you know what fish really enjoy

I answered in a measured voice as I felt as I was on shaky ground

You are not me so how can you know I don’t know what fish enjoy 

My son did not answer me but stared at the shining sea

Which could be seen between the tall dress trees

 

 

 

 

ZZ x