The rockpool beneath my bed,
I let my food dangle, as my toes creat small ripples in the water,
fish swim about, some curiously, touch my toes before continuing on,
the deep blue, how deep I do not know,
once I rolled over in my sleep and fell into the cold, crisp water,
boy did I wake up that day, spashing about, pulling myself up, soaked,
dripping wet onto my white dry sheets that had just me washed and drried on the line that day,
the rockpool beneath my bed, what treasures you hold.