Gone Fishing


The fish were there

gathered at the shoreline

almost asking to be caught.


But that was then.


They’re all gone now

the birds search in vain

standing statuesque now 

but soon they’ll join them

replaced by plastic replicas.



https://dsmag.in/2026/09/27/lynn-whites-two-more-poems-4/

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