Shrieking with flails and flops
My small fat fish dove towards my breast and
submerged, drinking with puffed cheeks, a chin slick with saliva, and muffled mumbles.
Comfortably captured, I listened to the sound of cars and felt the heavy lull of the midday sun until her sparkling eyes caught mine.
Then suddenly she flipped back with a wriggle into an ocean of sleep 
until we feed again