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.