Fishy Philosophy Poem by Tom Higgins

My goldfish waits patiently to be fed,
he waits without moving much.
When I approach, what goes through his head,
does he actually think thought patterns or such?
He gets excited as I take some food
and sprinkle it into the tank,
does he look up to me as his one true god,
the father that all fishkind must thank,
for being there each and every day
to make sure all his needs I'll meet,
does he look up to me and pray
that forever, I'll make sure he'll eat?