At the bottom of the sea, the camouflaged soles are sitting in sludge. Looking at the rippling of water, they remembered the days they only gazed sideways.
When the sliptong changed from fish to flatfish, was this the moment they shed their disguise? Or did they always aspire their newly shaped face?
A small transformation can have quite the effect: we used to know the sliptong as slibtong. A change of letter turned them from sludgy to slippery. Was this then the more suitable name for the fish?
One human fish had always looked above,
Where the shore meets the sea,
Is the place she met her love,
But a big price she had to pay
To find out it would never go her way.