A few words said warmly
and with such skill,
the hook is never sensed
in the pregnant charm
of the utterance.
Helpless on the line
and frightened by imperiled will,
there is sweet sad struggle,
then spasms of joyful pain.
Hauled onto the deck,
a glimpse of fish heaven
before being fileted.
Posted by Anna Belle
at 10:58 PM EDT
Updated: Saturday, 7 June 2003 9:50 PM EDT