This post was likely from a high school writing assignment. I’ve only updated misspellings.

Wary one

Right at dawn,
PMD’s hatch,
over the water,
I wait for,
yhem to float by,
I will silently sip.

Deeper down I go,
it is hot,
nothing to eat,
Yet hungry,
a flash I give chase,
caught by a fisherman.

Yet he is,
nice enough,
he lets me go,
off to repeat,
this day tomorrow.