Fish: Forever swimming.

I have these Fish at the side of my blog... ->
and they got me thinking about a pond of fish and how memorizing watching fish can be...

The fish, the fish keep moving, never stopping for a moment. From one side of the pond to the other, back and forth they swim. 

They hide from me and from the light of day in and around and under the plant life in their limited but ample habitat.

They nibble near the surface on some unseen morsels of nourishment, perhaps an insect to small to detect.

They are dizzying and calming, rhythmic and chaotic. They swim for a moment all together, as a single entity, then break apart as separate beings.

Do they know I’m sitting watching them? Here, so near to the edge of the pond, my toes almost dipping in, almost.

The sun catches their scales and reflects a blinding flash. I have to blink, but I know just where to find them when I open my eyes once more; still swimming, just out of reach.

I dip in a toe to test the waters, too cold, to wet. 

The ripples emanate out, upsetting the glass-like surface, and I notice the fish as they are drawn to the disturbance, perhaps in anticipation of a fallen fly or beetle.

They wiggle closer, looking for their next meal.

I ready my self.

Closer.

Wait a moment longer.

Then I strike, claws extended.

In a split second, I have one hooked and on the bank beside me.

Mmmm.

Lunch.

Meow.

Ya - my life has been pretty cat-centric these days. 

Waddayagonnado?

Hope you enjoyed.

Cheers.

Meow.