SILVER SHAPES
Upon the dock, on a beautiful day stood I, I chanced to glance into water deep below, Three shapes, long and bluish silver glided by, A larger one, and two smaller ones in escort, Needle rowed snout, streamlined body, purposeful, They were gar, this was spring, mating the game, A female ripe with roe and two males in a dance for life, I watched as into the shallows they moved silently, In and out of sea grass, almost as if torpedo clouds, Much slinking and sliding, graceful as any ballet, The... Sign in to see full entry.