A hole in the ice, two fingers thick,
Just wide enough for a goldfish
Where a goldfish froze half out,
Half in cold-blooded sub terrain
Until my cat, in fiendishness,
Snapped the head like an icicle

I found a mermaid tail rotting,
Shimmering in the rainbow slick
That welled in its empty thorax
Of diagrams and wonderment
And sunlight that eventually
dismantles a puzzle of ice.