It’s a quiet day, mild wind along the shore, <br />The fish swim near the surface, the birds come back for more. <br />The sea has no smell here, no rampant seaweed, <br />Is it the wrong kind of rocks beneath, or no nutrients they need. <br /> <br />A fishing boat comes close to the beach, <br />Dragging their net inshore, the fish are in reach. <br />The there is a wrenching sound, <br />The zealous fishers have run aground. <br /> <br />As the fishers run for their lifeboats, <br />The escaping fish don’t need the rising floats. <br />The fleeing catch survives for another day, <br />But maybe the fishers don’t like fish play.<br /><br />Alan Bruce Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fish-play/
