Lagoon and aqua English blue.

Midget white horses roll with silver eyes.

Their hooves curling forward then crash,

as the surf storms in yards behind.

 

Tremors invade the sandbanks and gullies,

as the slack creeps in before.

This is the world of the sea perch.

The bass. Striking hard and hitting fast.

 

Armoured in silver and streaking shine,

as he terrorises the rock pools with stomach.

Crustaceans and sandeels are his prey.

 

His spine weapon dorsal cuts at the surface,

like some awesome shark. Big mouth open wide.

Cruising as he scares off a wandering mullet,

his brother of kinds.

 

An angler stands fixed with a hypnotic stare,

as he tries to catch the bass with a lure,

but this elegant sea perch isn't so easily tricked.

 

And high tide has flooded full. The bass sinks back,

to await the ebb. Alert and unified.