The Hunter

Fay Slimm.

 

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.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2021 02:54
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  • flyingfish

    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.

  • Neville


    as quick as a minnow flash ...
    caught my eye Fay and now am well n truly hooked ................................... 🙂

  • Accidental Poet

    I too have never thought of a Goldfish as a hunter, but you never know. Stranger things have happened. Great write Fay. ; )

  • dusk arising

    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.

  • L. B. Mek

    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)

  • Trenz Pruca

    Haha. Love the image. Always inventive. Thank you.

  • SureshG

    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.

  • Michael Edwards

    Perfect write - i was by the waer's edge.

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good write, Fay.
    Enjoyed the fish tale and the death of the fly. Good twist.

  • Goldfinch60

    All creatures are hunters in one way or another, only homo sapiens hunts for so called pleasure.

    Andy



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