Fishes smile

The lawns of Waltham Abbey are burning, burning brown

Harald’s dust lies here in holy ground.

The river Lea is flowing clear and green

Full of little fishes quite unseen

But there are predators evolve to eat

Tiny fish embody what is sweet.

The bones are fragile, elegant

And neat.

Do such fish have names we cannot speak?

The fish smile on while we play hide and seek

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