We found him at the bottom of the lake,
Neither dead nor drowning,
Covered in muck and moss,
Communing with the carp
And the catfish.
We offered,
By signs and gestures,
To haul him up and out,
To dry him off,
To find some warm place
Where he could stand
And breath.
He inclined his head
To deline our offer,
Smiling as minnows
Darted between the gaps
In his teeth.
Photo courtesy of "alarch"
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