And here is your poem of the day. Enjoy — then go read a book!
Angel Shark   
  Wan oxymoron of a fish, dotted 
  dun and fledge winged, mud-feathered when 
  it glides through silt, by nature bottom fed.   
  Whoever named it named himself a man 
  of undisputed Christian eye, 
  who saw in mortal depths a guardian   
  and humblest trumpeter. God tongue to cry, 
  it haunts an earth too dread for dread- 
  filled man til rapture calls: Arise and fly.
courtesy poets.org
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