Fay Slimm.

The Hunter

 

The Hunter,

 

Basking

in verdant submarine glades        

a goldfish lies

and silent debates.

 

Glistening

beneath dim watery shades 

a splash is heard

but the hunter waits.

 

Skillfully

hooking in fins gyrates

liquid-blue blur

as the insect shakes.

 

Hunger leaps

high but no ripple makes,

dies then one 

fly and the urge abates.