First Fish

The Ducktwirt sat fudged in mud. The gills rippled in worrying curves. Danger was near. The Quagmire Sea was no joke. Skillets, Searpuckers, and Throttlecocks Ravage these waters. Ducktwirt's don't stand a Wormblat's Chance in a gungle reef. Then came the Zoomer With its triangular cords and its dalliphins, And the low limbering light hushing Through the chillier depths to find the Ducktwirt's 4th eye. It leapt towards the light Florid with vigor and screw-all. We eat it, now, This Ducktwirt. With lemon and basil. Sandra caught it. My youngest. Pictures of the event Fluttered in the air, Above her smiling face, Awash with glee.