As if rice with silver gilt was spilled
In flashing profusion into the estuary
Little fish are darting about
Densely packed wherever the eye can see
Below the shimmering sky on the waves.
A particular fish, with size pronounced
Swims rapidly near the surface
Speeding along as straight as fish
could swim
Behind it lithe and undulating
Pale dappled belly towards the sky
A seal hunts
And snaps
Turning down in churning waters
Out of sight
As the fish is now
Forever more.
The seals frolic
In the rice pot thick of fish.
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