Darwin had a fish named Very Brighte <br />‘Twas marked with spots of orange amongst the white <br />Such a fine example of selective breed'n <br />'Twould be a shame to see him eat'n. <br /> <br />Charles D., taught this very special fish <br />To take a walk on a contrivance; called a leash. <br />On days when weather was good and fair <br />Brighte was released from his leather snare. <br /> <br />Under trees so green and supple, the two <br />Frolicked, as only friends could do. <br />One day they took a different path <br />As they were deep in thought, discussing math. <br /> <br />They approached a glen so inviting <br />The fish dictating, Darwin writing. <br />There in the cooling shade, <br />A brook's babbling sound was made. <br /> <br />‘Memberances of times in distant past <br />Thru his brain the pictures flashed. <br />Caused him (the fish, not Darwin) <br />To leap right in. <br /> <br />‘Twas here, the poor fish did discover <br />A truth known to father, mother, sister, brother. <br />Pollywogs, as well, have found it's true, <br />One cannot go home to waters, blue. <br /> <br />As he sank into the deep, <br />Poor Darwin's fish began to weep. <br />Sink or Swim, he did remember. <br />But forgot all else, that day in September. <br /> <br />Perhaps he forgot how to swim and drowned. <br />Yet his body was never found. <br />But Darwin was convinced that it was evolution, <br />That brough Brighte's life to its conclusion.<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darwin-s-fish/
