Little fish,
gliding through rippling waters,
touched by sunbeams,
as the seaweed clears,
to reveal a lonely,
sandy clearing,
amongst clumps of coral.
floating gently,
stopping,
watching,
fingers of coral,
reaching to the heavens.
a moment treasured,
in its short-lived life.
staring out,
into blue yonder,
it spies a piece of flesh,
lieing by itself,
bobbing up and down,
to the sea's gentle current.
hunger strikes.
it darts,
lightning fast,
to the tasty morsel.
not holding back,
it bites into the piece,
of pinky colored meat,
then swallows eagerly.
suddenly,
jabs of pain,
tugging,
as it finds itself,
thrust up,
flying past bubbles
into ever increasing light.
life flashes,
before its terrified eyes,
and gasping,
for air,
its lungs feel like exploding,
as it leaves the water,
screaming in its mind,
agonising pain,
filling its body.
"Ahh! It's only a sardine!"
the fisherman exclaims with disgust,
flinging it back to sea,
leaving its body to drift,
aimlessly over the waters,
a shower of blood,
raining below,
to mark its funeral.