Flying Fish
If I were ever to be a fish and be any kind of fish I wish,
I think I’d pick a fish that flies!
That swims in the ocean and sails through the skies.
I know I wouldn’t have feathery wings.
I’d leap from the water, like my scales are springs!
I’d soar over the seas! Take in each sight!
Then plop under the waves to prepare my next flight.
I think I’d pick a fish that flies!
That swims in the ocean and sails through the skies.
I know I wouldn’t have feathery wings.
I’d leap from the water, like my scales are springs!
I’d soar over the seas! Take in each sight!
Then plop under the waves to prepare my next flight.
This poem is copyright (©) Moe Phillips 2026
About the Writer
Moe Phillips
Moe is a poet, writer and filmmaker. Recipient of a Gold Clio in 2019, for her work with Disney, she has been published in over twenty anthologies for children and adults. She is a regular contributor to Bella Grace Magazine. Moe has created short films for award winning poets - Naomi Shihab Nye, Rebecca Kai Dotlich and Georgia Heard. Her latest creation is “The Feisty Beast” an audio content series she pens and produces.
