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Z is for Zebrafish.....

Zebrafish, Pterois volitans, more commonly known as Australian coral reef fish or red lionfish, not to be confused with the harmless Danio rerio, which is a member of the minnow family, popular with aquarium enthusiasts.

No, the zebrafish we're talking about is quite the striking creature covered in red, black and white zebra stripes with venomous spines that circle its body much like a mane. The spines make the zebrafish inedible and inaccessible to predators. Anybody unfortunate enough to be stung by one of these monstrous spines can expect a very painful response.








Zebra Stripes and Lion's Mane

Don't try to test my patience,
I assure you, I have none.
I care not for where you're standing,
I care less for what I've done.

Can't you see I'm swimming here,
your foot is in my way.
I've got royal business there,
I kindly bid you sir, good day.

If you'd rather not heed my warning,
I fear I can't be blamed,
for any mild discomfort,
you feel about your frame.

I told you once to walk on by,
I hate to repeat my plea.
I guess you'll need more persuasion,
before you'll turn and flee.

Since you feel the need to mock me,
even though my colors tell you run.
I suppose I'll have to 'show' you,
why ignoring me's no fun.

                                                                                         ---e.a.s. demers

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  1. I wonder if seahorses ever dream of being zebrafish?

    {ami}
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    1. LOL... I would if I were a seahorse :-)

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  2. nature's own take on what one would call a dangerous beauty.
    congratulations on finishing the A to Z challenge. Hope to read more of your posts in the future!

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    1. 'Dangerous Beauty', that is for sure! Thanks for stopping by!

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  3. We did it! It was a blast - congratulations!!!

    Motivated by the post "Let's Spike the Blog Numbers!" I am your new follower (and, really, I like your blog too)

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    1. Yes, we did it, didn't we!!! Congrats on completing the challenge. Thanks for following! :-)

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