This morning the cherubs are frozen
(the fish in the pond are a dozen)
a layer of ice
and leaves in the trees have stopped rustlin'.
The dozen or so swimming fishes
were recently telling their wishes
"Please feed us at eight,
it's fine if you're late,
the new food we're fed is delicious..."
"This morning we're feeling quite slowish,"
reported the rather big goldfish.
"The weather is cold,"
the other fish told,
"Our fins through the ice have a glow-ish."