January 30th was the birthday if Richard Brautigan (1935-1984), who wrote the following poem.

Yes, the Fish Music

A trout colored wind blows

through my eyes, through my fingers,

and I remember how the trout

used to hide from the dinosaurs

when they came to drink at the river.

The trout hid in subways, castles

and automobiles.    They waited patiently

for the dinosaurs to go away.