“What’s that yellow one!?”
The fish asked.
He hopped at the sun
and fell with a splash.
“Where’s it from?”
“That’s the sun that keeps us warm,”
Posie replied;
he treaded water and smiled.
“It’s a star. One in space among a swarm.”
“Our planet is one of many.
The space between their breadth
is filled with stars. Very many.
“Stars? Space? Planets widespread?”
“Sorry pal,” the trout retreated.
“I’m outta my depth.”
