FISH

 I don’t have much luck fishing this year. Yesterday the sea took pity on me, a large flying fish landed on our deck during the night, trying to escape a larger fish. It was laying there, shiny, with long fins spread out. It’s eye sockets empty. The birds awake early, they get the first and for them, the best pick. They took fish’s eyes. It didn’t matter, it couldn’t see anyway, it was dead. Nature.