“They are the angels of that watery world, With so much knowledge that they just aspire To move themselves on golden fins, Or fill their paradise with fire By darting suddenly from end to end. . . . Ghosts on a twilight floor, Moving about behind their watery door, Breathing and yet not breathing day and night, They give the house some gleam of faint delight.” Goldfish - Harold Monro Video information: MP4 format 12 fps 2300 x 2300 pixels 14 sec