Hard-tail mackerels
swim deep into the sea,
the net is empty.

Red groupers
taste differently
on bamboo skewers.

I chase
the red snapper away,
silly me!

Whale sharks
ah! the gentle giants
of Donsol beach.

An ounce of oil fish
liberates me
from  xenical.

Sparrows
perched on dead branches,
the sky lay still.

Cockatiel’s feather
flies over the lake -
an open bird cage.

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