Poem; He was so beautiful, so majestic.

Under the river where
The lily -pads grew,
Lurked a pike, who was
King of the fish, he
Would not make a tasty dish!
He was large, and mottled
Yellow and green, and hid
Away, so as not to be seen.
He laid at the bottom in the
Cool of the day, waiting for
His prey. Gliding silently forth,
With teeth so sharp, the little
Fish could not escape,
So he ate  a fine dish.
And there he stayed for
Many a year, causing mayhem
And fear, I watched him
Gliding away, and loved the
Way he moved like a submarine
At war, is what I saw.
And then one day the boys
Fished him out, with great whoops
And shouts, and there he lay
On the bank struggling for breath
Dark eyes telling me, he
Must be free. The boys did as I bid,
And threw him back, and
He swam away, to live another day.

Augustine Nash.