Ode to a catfish

What do we know about the catfish?
His silvery shad moonlit Moorish dish
Headlong does he leave his naturals?
His murky brown backwater, channels.

On his kiss curl barbels, who knows?
A knight’s errant to hear the moons maestros.
Could he be overlord to all aquatic fish?
Is he brethren Oily Brown to all the monkish.

Where does he wander, not to be found?
Does he migrate to anew dark domicile?

Does he go to shed his slimy vestments?
Is he a sagacious vertebrate! god knows?
He’s clever and lives along while.

With whom does he intervene?
What mindset is his crown..?