FISH HEADS

Fish heads in the kitchen sink
Too many there to count
Her dad was oh so proud of himself
He kept announcing the amount.

Thirty, maybe forty heads
No longer swimming in the ocean
Her dad had set his net and rope
The catch was set in motion.

She was just a little girl
With pigtails and yellow ribbons
Her mom began to cook the fish
Her dad said they would eat em.

Fish heads in the kitchen sink
A scary sight to see
What happened to their bodies
Left there floating in the sea?

Sad and feeling helpless
She suddenly felt sick
The sight was overwhelming
And the aroma awfully thick.

Eyes and fins lay piled on high
A memory to last forever
Sitting there in their kitchen sink
Just lying there together.

From that day on the little girl
Decided to be vegan
Anything with eyes for her
Was never to be eaten.

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Image from Google Images: hddfhm.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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