I used to watch Todd and Kali fish for hour on hour.
But they could only leave one another in a mood so dour,
Children would play with one another and catch nothing,
And when they did catch something.
First one would yell "Its mine then another would cry out.
Another would place claim with another shout!
Little tiny fish would see the light of day,
I watched closely that the children did not lose their way.
Brothers and Sisters who loved one another from the start,
To this very day no one could ever tear them apart.
They were a wonder to behold-- for sure.
Just grasp the sight of love so pure.
© Carol G Oliver
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