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.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2015
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