I use no watercolours this time… weaving a multicoloured group African fish  

Thousands upon thousands of you Swimming silver tornados around me I can’t count you but I can eat you I’m just a big dumb beast to you Slow and slumbering, floating by There for you to taunt and tease and poke and play. I’m bored…

In such a narrow margin, close confined, Between the crushing depths and empty space. This thin, sustaining band where life can grow. How perilous existence is for fish. PROMPT: Set underwater. FORM: Unrhymed blank verse.