The Wise B.P.

Out in the cold black darkness he seemed smaller, and more fragile. Age had not been kind to the Wise B.P., he groaned and sighed with each movement. The water that gave him flight once now felt like thick mud holding him down. As he took a break, a small speck of light came towards him. "Are you alright?", it asked as it came closer. "Are you lost?" The speck seemed more fish now, though his eyes weren't trustworthy anymore. "I just need a moment," he sighed, "or two." A soft hand touched his face, and the soft voice whispered; "Perhaps it's time to come home?" The big fish felt sleepy, and perhaps it was indeed time, so he agreed. The hand of the stranger took hold of his fin, and they swam off. He felt lighter and relieved, speeding up to whatever 'home' might mean to the stranger at his side. It felt like a weight had been lifted of of him. The weight of his body, his earthly home, that remained behind in the cold black darkness.