Whispers of the Eel

<foreign language . My friend Eel from Sargasso Sea slips through dreams

like silk, so free. He wears a suit of water tight and clear.

Whisper secrets only fish can hear. He glides. He spins. A magician with

fins. Oh my friend Eel, what's the deal? You're slippery smooth,

you're hard to feel. Oh my friend Eel, you're surreal.

Dancing shadows under the key here. He told me once

about a moonlit reef, where time gets tangled like seaweed grief.

He winked and vanished with a flick of his tail, leaving behind a