O medaka

Your transparent skin &
bulbous blue eyes, fluttery
fins & gulping gills

do not entrance. In a rice paddy,
you’re nothing special. Hardy,
yes. Reproductively prolific.

But your pedestrian exterior
is just a cover for your secret,
for the ET fish that hides

within indigo flesh, threaded
with fluorescent green tendrils.
Nervous system aglow.

All systems go.