I went to the pet store
and bought a cool fish.
He came in a fishbowl
that sat on a dish.

Then I found a stray cat
and I brought her inside.
My fish didn’t like her
and spit in her eye.

So, I put my cool fish
high up on a shelf,
so my disgruntled cat
would keep to herself.

But an error I made,
a slip of the brain,
as the bowl with my fish
sat over a drain.

And up jumped my cat,
as cats often will;
she bumped the fish bowl
and caused it to spill.

And down came my fish,
falling into the sink;
he slid down the drain
before I could blink.

I stared at my cat
who stared back at me;
then she ran to the sink
and scratched frantically.

As under the sink,
in a pipe we did hear
an unusual sound,
a “squish squish” that was clear.

So I rushed for my tools,
disassembled the plumbing
and out came my fish,
sliding and tumbling.

Onto the floor 
he fell with a “splat”
and when he looked up
what he saw was my cat.

Lucky for him
my cat was forgiving,
for that is the reason 
my fish is still living.

As in my cat’s mouth
a cool fish did ride,
back to his bowl,
gently dropped inside.

Now in my room
there swims a cool fish,
with a cat curled beside
his fishbowl on a dish.

W3 Prompt #150: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Sally, prompts us to “[w]rite a story in any poetic form, using no more than 500 words.”

I am submitting the narrative from my children‘s audiobook, My Pets. The book with illustrations and audio can be accessed here. Additional interactive children’s books are freely available from my home page.