Thin string slipping through fingers.
Tin of minnows, a mockery of prey.
Spinning, twisting.
Beaded eyes watch in the water.
Waiting to strike what was thought to be nutrition.
A spoon of false food hiding a fisherman's death.
A double-pointed gift of the sea,
Evicting its residents.
Tugging, pulling.
Metallic rainbow sheen bobbing along the surface.
Gullet pierced and captured,
There is nowhere to swim in the air.
Caught at the end of the line,
Now at the will of the angler.
The lure is thrown back in.
Rod still and waiting.
The next victim will never know the difference.
--Remus R., Adult