Went fishing today. This
day turned out to be better than expected.
Two gigantic fish, the size of houses, were heading to shore. As they approached the sun disappeared. Standing there in ankle deep water, I had to
choose. Do I throw my net, or do I let
them go. Ten yards, nine yards, eight
yards-getting closer-it is time to make a decision. Before I can think the net is in the air. Over one hundred fifty leads simultaneously
break the surface of the water in a perfect circle. The crisscrossed-patterned net blankets the
prize.
The silvery torpedoes, surprised by the sinking leads,
scramble for safety. Their fate sealed
as the curtain of doom.
