Of a placid lake,

Swims a silver fish,

Under a wadding Drake.

It moves with such grace,

Fins skim the surface,

Rippling water,

With no special purpose.

Circling ones feet,

As they wade knee high,

Rubbing against them,

Something catches its eye.

Searching each crevice,

Of a hidden cave,

With warmer water,

It just flows with a wave.

A baited hook waits,

Resistance is low,

It so wants to taste,

And it nibbles so slow.

In a smooth satin blue,

A curious fish,

Swam in warm water,

Became a scrumptious dish.