The Bottom Feeders
The catfish are all biting, while avoiding the lure.
They cruise along the floor, seeking only their cure.
Slowly they move to gather, in position to consume.
When they quickly strike their prey, then leave the room.
On land, they are deceptive, towards others in the game.
While in water, they're beneath most, avoiding the fame.
Here they seem content, swimming along the silt and muck.
Devouring the bottom dead, as they feed to finally suck.
Yet they occasionally make mistakes, & find an irresistible hook.
Becoming another's catch, cleaned to filet, before they cook.
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2024
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