Piranhas in a Waiting Room
Pottering past ‘Reception’ was easily achieved;
and, now, I am waiting in the “Waiting” room,
watching the fish in the ‘all-too-small’ aquarium;
the sign pinned to the glass stating:
‘The Piranahas will not thank you for your intrusion into their green algae-infused and passingly pleasant (if a little compact and bijou) lives.’
is most reasssuring,
assuring me, as it does,
that a big fish in a little pond,
is only as important as the person feeding it deems it to be.
It seems that a particular Piranha has an appetite for poetry,
as it is eyeing me up as I write this,
obviously awaiting for my literal offering
to be served up
upon a silver salver plate –
It awaits my fate.
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