Sonnet of the Japanese puffer fish

by Fliss

I am but small amidst the swirling seas,
and all alone, not swimming in a swarm
of protozoan folks, who mass with ease
in constant camaraderie, so warm;
and I am also modest in attire,
just mirroring the subtle beige of sand
within these lowly depths – I’m no highflier,
and known to very few who dwell on land.
But I can use my tiny little fins
to shift the sand, constructing twists and twirls,
my body shimmying through shakes and spins,
my mouthparts scooping shells, enticing girls
to come to me, for patterns are my lure
upon this endless stretch of ocean floor.