Abundant nature

has a sense of humor and the love of being an imp.  A coy imp, at that.  

 

Koi. How is poetry a coy mistress?

Answer lies (or is lays) in time. Think of it as April Fool's. Think of it as the first day of National Poetry Month. Revel and be coy.


Never would I consider eating koi. Though colorful food beguiles.