Fishing In Cities

I know an unpolluted stream Where louche pikes congregate To snatch the passing prey. Under the weeping willows lurks This unexpected terror, Which bivouacs in corners. The City traffic swims Along the streams in bright acrylics, and being careful not to touch, As fish, exude a sense of nervousness. But mostly they are confident Of their self-elected fast response To any danger threatened. The shops gleam out, invite another world As do the tall sides of aquaria And passers-by will poke their noses At the glass, as fishes do, To gaze upon the bright arrays, And on themselves, of course. They too are cautious not to touch Their fellows gliding past in streams. While louche pikes congregate To snatch unguarded goods And kidnap cars. This unexpected terror often Bivouacked in corners.