Ankle-deep clear splash runs by,
Whilst I stand, feet dry.
The dappled belly curve of it
Half hides the shimmer.
Languishing in water’s lap,
This way and that to catch the light.
Every shining silver scale
I feel my weight and only watch
Yet I do not envy
The ceaseless pull,
The liquid breath,
The long cold wait for pike, or beak,
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