Fluid and precise.
With a flick of my tail and a flutter of my gills,
I am swimming.
I am now a fish.
I was made to wiggle my way through the water.
My body follows the ebbs and flow of each wave.
My scales bend to the will of the water, but I am free.
As I near the wall, I know this will all soon end.
I touch the hard concrete and my legs begin to sprout.
I heed the motion of my limbs and pull myself up.
The water begs me to stay.