On the next day,

Curiosity wins,

And they head it's way.

A golden glitter,

It's movement: none.

The clock sits on the sand,

Sparkles in the sun.

Little Fish swims up,

Still quite wary,

Of the strange shiny thing,

Quiet and scary.

They stay and they watch.

Time passes by.

Little Fish gets braver,

And eventually, less shy.