Fish…stop looking at me like that!
A silver dash through water clear,
light shards dancing in striped ripple,
spayed out broken fingers, tippled in fear,
and this desperate fish tossing and turning,
my line whizzing in time through the wake,
the lapping, curious slapping against the hull.
Closer as I reel him in,
his rainbow scales shimmering,
his eyes so black, determined
pulling hard against the slack,
the surface ever nearing his final breath,
and I now bereft of wanting death.
As I lifted him out, his violent twitching,
mouth a gaping, my heart sank
to see his aged marks,
his battle wounds and scars,
and so pretty his silvery coat,
his wanting life so close.
In thought of all he had been through,
his water life and so persistent to
leave my cruel hands and swim away,
I knew right then, this fish
did not deserve my cutting short his reign,
and so I removed that hook and kissed his crooked look,
and watch him swim away.
Tony DeLorger © 2016