KC Bosch’s most recent poem to appear here was Two Beers Down (April 2014), written with Stan Galloway.
Holding Tank 911
By KC Bosch
Sharky was not really a shark,
just a catfish who looked like one,
his long dark body amongst the neon orange
of his cellmates in a forgotten square pond,
caught stealing bait one Sunday at Burke Lake
and taken alive.
Half the size of his new friends, he acted accordingly.
A regular diet of Fancy Feast Fish Flakes
helped him grow long and fat.
He soon dwarfed his pals.
Not knowing he was a predator,
life was good.
Then Spot and Dreamsicle came to
spend the night.
No one saw it and those who did
had no comment,
but by daylight
Spot was gone and Dream only half there.
Sharky, looking like a snake
who ate a baseball,
would not show his face.
It killed him.
HAHA Thanks for the chuckle.
My heart breaks for Sharky since he only did what came natural to a catfish. He had to have been a ‘good’ catfish if he felt shame at his deed. It seems he was just hungry and lost control of his appetite. And who among us hasn’t done that? I’m so sorry for his untimely demise.
Still, I love this poem by Mr. Bosch with his wry sense of humor!
Poor Spot and Dreamsicle–a cautionary tale. Thank you, KC