Fishin’

What a clean arching curve I made
when I leapt from the deep green sea
and cast myself into her glittering net.
Gently, she pulled me from her web,
studied my scales, and said,
“Oh, Mr. Fish, you’re splendid!
But I’m afraid you’d never do.
You see, I’m waiting for the perfect catch.”
Then she tossed me back
into the deep green sea.