Staring intently at the deceptively shallow digitally glowing pond
Line to a fishing rod ripples the water, a needle piercing flesh,
Pulling forth a colorful being making new depth evident,
Though inquisitive minds wonder what lurks under the surface
Terrors so novel spoil fish-eyed observers,
Toss the lot which has sat and rot, an ephemeral loss,
Because there's always so many fish in the sea
A new nip distorts LED-glowing-imagery.