The betta swims with its flowy tail
As it happily steers with its fins.
And as the betta breathes, it tells its fry
How its life has wonderfully been.
The see-through fry begin their own life
As the betta generations continue.
The fry extend ancestral lineage —
Upholding family love that’s true.
One star-filled night I made a wish,
And, in the morning, I had a betta fish.
It had a very pretty tank,
One that did not break the bank.
I tried to make it impressively flare,
But he gave me a rather aloof glare.
Still, I wanted him to compete in a show,
So I searched to find a helpful pro.
As the expert coached on betta care,
I listened attentively to better prepare.
Now every night, when readying for sleep,
My pet fish I devotedly keep.
He’s on the bed’s shelf above,
And I dream often of him — the betta I love.