Plenty of fish in the sea, says the hungry Fisher
Slipping once more out to sea
Under blessed cover of night
Lines cast to lure the unwary
The unlearned
The innocent
Currents shift as the day ages
The prey seeks the protection of shade
The Fisher alters approach
Twists another lure into shape
Casts in hope
Casts in desperation
Prize taken in a quicksilver flash
Merciful slaughter follows
Blood in the water
Hunger ebbs
As dies the old day
As the tide turns