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.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2021 02:54
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Nice, I have never thought of a goldfish as a hunter before. Let go from goldfish bowls into lakes they can get massive in size, and eat more than flies.
as quick as a minnow flash ...
caught my eye Fay and now am well n truly hooked ................................... 🙂
I too have never thought of a Goldfish as a hunter, but you never know. Stranger things have happened. Great write Fay. ; )
Oh so many harmless looking beautiful little creations are killers in disguise. I know, I have the scars of close encounters with several vicious pretty's.
If reincarnation exists, please dont let me come back as a fly.
Beauty and horror in your post today... or is it my weird interpretation.
think I remember this image
not sure if its the same write though?
or if I'm imagining the whole thing
(which I probably am) lol
as ever worded like, it's:
'Glistening
beneath dim - watery shades'..
(what a beautiful take
on those harsh reality's of nature, dear Fay)
Haha. Love the image. Always inventive. Thank you.
Many creatures have to hunt to survive, whether omnivores or carnivores, even one as beautiful as the gold fish. But, the art of hunting has so romantically been voiced, as this poem.
Perfect write - i was by the waer's edge.
Good write, Fay.
Enjoyed the fish tale and the death of the fly. Good twist.
All creatures are hunters in one way or another, only homo sapiens hunts for so called pleasure.
Andy
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