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I Wish I Were A Flounder
I wish I were a flounder The very flattest fish With eyes protruding From the top side of my head Like slowly blinking berries.
Then when The Bogeyman came stalking I’d flap my fins My tail My belly And cover me with gritty bottom sand And hide more of me Than any ostrich ever could.
With just my eyes Above the silt Like bulbous periscopes I’d hide and wait; I’d bide right still Until the Bogeyman Strode past.
Harold N. Walters
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