Swift
A fish leaps
Angling for free lunch
We’ve arrived at the same point
Both expect a tasty bite
I have upper hand
Pole is held
Firm
Now
Fish flicks clear
My free lunch is gone
He heads downriver quickly
It’s the one that got away
A lucky escape
So agile
Fish
Gone
Bright fins flash
Shimmering with life
Heroic, he diced with death
There will be more barbs to come
Schoolmates are laughing
It’s their turn
Next
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| Writing Prompt |
This poem has no rhyme, and is written according to syllable counts. Syllables are 1, 3, 5, 7, 7, 5, 3, and 1. The poem may be written on any subject, be center aligned, has no stanza limit, and should have complete statements in each line. |
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