I was taken back to childhood by your poem – my grandparents had a large spring-fed pool where they had big “goldfish” we called them, and my grandfather fed them oatmeal we threw out on the water (this was the 1960’s and I have no idea what they should have been eating, but they thrived). They knew breakfast time and if we were late, or really, even if we weren’t, yes, they swam around impatiently near where we stood to feed them. Clearly a bit put out by having to wait!
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I was taken back to childhood by your poem – my grandparents had a large spring-fed pool where they had big “goldfish” we called them, and my grandfather fed them oatmeal we threw out on the water (this was the 1960’s and I have no idea what they should have been eating, but they thrived). They knew breakfast time and if we were late, or really, even if we weren’t, yes, they swam around impatiently near where we stood to feed them. Clearly a bit put out by having to wait!
A beautiful memory, thanks for sharing. They certainly have an attitude.