David Attenborough's Flying Fish

February 13, 2017

The flier delights   skimming the ocean salt in freeglide   with slow motion you might see smiles    tails kissing the surface as they make escape from the phototropic underworld  a breath above the rest   but midair reminds   they are tethered to the water   hooked and lined by instinct   in schools they wrap island wreckage in eggs    rows of golden strands embedded with life they  weave   in and out until it thickens   is a raft    strands becoming webs becoming traps   the wings flap   shut   openmouthed  eyes flicker out  life making appropriates life giving   and    entombed  the dead go to the depths with the unborn   awaiting

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