Sloshes
around and through the nets
Salty spray
lands on the men’s coats
Below hides
the fishermen’s prize
Glimpses are
caught of the pale fish
Pulled white
from the sea with the nets
Piled around
their boots to perish
Below hides
the fishermen’s prize
Seagulls break
the air with their trill
Diving for
the fish in the nets
White birds
also have bellies to fill
Below hides
the fishermen’s prize
Dark waters
cover the white fish
Below hides the
fishermen’s prize
It was the Perfect Storm ....
ReplyDeleteAh yes, they shall have the fishermen's prize by days end!
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