We had gone to the Southside
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&.for
fish
bait boiling on the surface
driven up by feeding salmon
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&.&
swooped upon
by diving birds
so it was a high bite to begin with
-- humans trolling anchovies at 2O feet
when someone got hit & had a nice
fish
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&.hhhhhhhhhhhanging
next thing we knew
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
sea-lion
was making a bee-line
ffffffffffffffffffffffffor
the captive,
line-slowed, thrashing fish
it was going to be a race
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnto
the boat
between fisherman & sea-lion,
the angler's buddies yelling to him,
"reel faster! tighten the
drag!"
-- either way, the salmon was a goner
but the pecking rights
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrin
this chain
suddenly took another turn
for, large as a car
& out of nowhere
cccccccccccccccccccame
the Great White
nosing in on the scene
with a surprisingly tranquil air
in fact, of all species assembled
shark the only
cccccccccccccccccalm
one there
self-assured, the owner
of the restaurant pulling in
to his parking space
dorsal fin like a '57 Chevy
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