Fishes are water-locked, or so it seems
But some fish can soar on fins as wings
They zoom up fast, bursting right through
the surface, flying up into the air,
Soaring in gliding flight above the waves.
Flying in air is fabulous for fish.
They feel the wind in their faces, scales ruffled.
They see the sky and sun beaming clear and bright
or see the eerie moon and stars, flying at night.
Nearshore the landscapes are stunning:
Rocky headlands brown and dry
Hinterlands green and lush
Rock shelves covered in foam and pools
Beaches yellow and bright, fringed with breaking waves.
Then there's the boats; you have to watch out for those
Otherwise you'll flip and flap on deck till you die.
It is sad when speed drops and flight is over with a splash,
and the waves gather the flying
'Fish Flingers' back into their watery medium.
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