Fishing

Up at dawn
we reach the water, and slowly we dip in.
Feeling ocean that has been untouched by humans for
several religiously dark hours. 


Beneath my feet a city of fish,
now interrupted, realize we have come.
They've been busy all those hours in the ocean.


At first our arrival is a game.
The fish and other ocean inhabitants swiftly swim
about our ankles.  Excited for a new acquaintance
continueing their dance until they realize that
They are lunch, and we have
Not
come to play.


       We've been working on a poetry unit in Mrs. Terry's class at school and this is one poem that I wrote that I am proud of.  I thought I'd post it here.  (mostly because I don't have anything else to post right now :)
P.S.  The only time I've ever been fishing my whole life was a field trip in kindergarten.  It was hot and the fish was slimy...