Coy

One single coy

swimming along,

leave it alone though soon it will be gone

You leave it alone, you let it go by

but someone else walks up,

and tells the fish goodbye

The coy is now gone

you start to cry,

but little did you know the coy

was but more alive

If the Coy was here

it would simply say,

Thank you I know

we will see each other,

again someday