Newt Bubbles

Newt Bubbles

 

 

Squeezed like choking throats,

The bubbles from my newt tank,

Cute little sweet guy,

He makes me coo,

As I have not done in ages-

Like baby coos.

 

I know he just wants to eat,

But when he lifts his black head,

That is hard to imagine-

I know that it’s me the newt needs,

Because,

He’s mine!

Oh, darling newt,

Little hands and little feet,

Swimming beneath the bubbles,

Of that filter I never changed-

But glory! He loves me!

No bigger than my pinky,

The black and orange fiery zest,

Its tank-

Loves me, loves me-

 

So . . . I guess that’s it.

Who cares about the bubbles,

My darling zest,

For how could one so tiny,

Even care that I have yet to change,

Its filter-

Let it choke! Choke!