Cormorant Fishing
Posted: 14 Sep 2019, 20:03
Cormorant Fishing
Only a cormorant
can love a bird like me,
goofy looking,
with black plumage,
and a bill with a hooked
tip.
Any fish I grab I slip
deftly into my pocket,
my pouch.
If I don't sail back
with my catch, my boss
drags me back
by my roped ankle.
A noose loosely tied
around my neck
guarantees I won't swallow
his profits.
After he plucks a big fish
from my throat,
he offers me my wages
--encouragement
or maybe the slimmest
of fishes.
Then I'm underwater again,
chasing my prey, forgetting
who I work for,
the adrenaline of the chase
fueling a joy
soon stolen from me.
Over and over I dive,
culling a prize, rising
to the surface, its scales
shimmering like coins.
For a moment life is good--
but not as good as when I doze
on a piling...
sadly, the days ahead
lined up like fish drying
on racks.
Only a cormorant
can love a bird like me,
goofy looking,
with black plumage,
and a bill with a hooked
tip.
Any fish I grab I slip
deftly into my pocket,
my pouch.
If I don't sail back
with my catch, my boss
drags me back
by my roped ankle.
A noose loosely tied
around my neck
guarantees I won't swallow
his profits.
After he plucks a big fish
from my throat,
he offers me my wages
--encouragement
or maybe the slimmest
of fishes.
Then I'm underwater again,
chasing my prey, forgetting
who I work for,
the adrenaline of the chase
fueling a joy
soon stolen from me.
Over and over I dive,
culling a prize, rising
to the surface, its scales
shimmering like coins.
For a moment life is good--
but not as good as when I doze
on a piling...
sadly, the days ahead
lined up like fish drying
on racks.