Sadly he has met a tragic end;
No longer will he swim and sleep,
In the calm, shiny waves of the dark, blue deep.
On the sand, spring hikers find,
This friend of scale and bone and slime.
Oh, poor dear has lost an eye,
Taken, no doubt, by seagulls roaming by.
In our travels, wide and long,
We found many with life long gone.
Today a fish, mouth filled with sand,
Washed upon the dune covered land.
It has been chilly all week (except for Tuesday when it was somewhere near a hundred degrees) so we thought a hike would be the perfect thing to do today! We went to one of the national parks and walked through the woods and along the beach. There were ENORMOUS dead fish washed up on the shore. I'm talking enormous like two feet long. These suckers were ridiculously huge. I'm so glad it wasn't hot out today because those dead fish stank with a capital "S" I don't think breathing the air would have worked out if the sun had been beating down on those giant carcasses...
Cheers,
Red
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