You lucky, lucky thing, you got away this time,
said the fish to the anglers hook and bait,
as it jumped and missed, once, twice and thrice.
the day passed in watery waves,
amongst fronds and roots,
planktons and corals, swirling currents
that brought other food in plenty,
but the loss of that piece of worm,
left it in remorse.
It swore it would get it next time,
and planned how it would lie in wait
the next day, and jump with all its might,
to grab it tight, and make a meal of it for
once and all!
Next day, the bait came down
but just as it prepared to fly towards it
it was grabbed by another!
and another and another!
So it was, the fish lived its life,
in the depth of the lake, grabbing
food the waves brought,
never succeeding to grab
that damned bait!
“How awful!” it would often recall!
“ A failure, I have to live with, shall
never ever, try again!”
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