It was a gift from Nana. Swimming in his circular tank of water, the fish…
The Sparring Feels
When I’m in the square
I detect the dare.
With red rushing
My cognition stops gushing.
Toe Nails painted blue
No one knows what I can do.
I will shout
When they drop their hand out.
I desire to defeat
With the exception of being beat.
When I’m in the square
I give them that GLARE.