aerasio

Your Catfish Friend

If I lived my life in catfish forms,
in skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond;
and you were to come when the moon was shining,
and stand there at the edge of my affection.

and think, "It's beautiful here by this pond.
I wish somebody was with me."

I'd be there with you, your catfish friend,
and drive such loneliness from your head,
and suddenly you would be at peace,
knowing I'm your friend at least.
Your catfish friend at the bottom of a pond,
Your friend forever, in a catfish form.


Adapted from the poem by Richard Brautigan

So said Aerasio at 08:55