Night Life.

The estuary smiled at the sunset, tide Washing in gently meant summer's day waned. I walked the bank admiring the scene beside Small misty beach, tidal fields always gain A way into my heart. Glancing across flood-plain, thankful for calm, I saw sudden vast ripples surging in Like submarine action and brought me alarm Until told it was shoals of mullet-fin. Sport was about to start. Chaos soon reigned when for a while fish offered Wild silver-spin dancing, dusk saw them begin To surface inside tight rings, which prompted Expulsion, leaping for flies showed strength akin To the habits of shark. Stirring water, such vibrant life displayed Communal gain, - fed my heart too as I Stood agape, while as twilight fell away Frenzy continued of fish versus fly. What a night-life party!