Plight of a fish

February 6, 2011
Moving onward with the flow
On and on I must go
Now the darkness is my home
Through the dark I must roam
An obstruction ahead is in my way
Please be food! For my stomach I pray
Can it be? A dream come true!
Free food! To which I flew
Biting down, I hurt my mouth
That is when it all went south.
I was ripped from my home towards the bright sky
For lack of water, now! I cry
Death comes for us all
Now into a fisherman’s hands I fall

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