There was feasting today off my dockside, -
all species of feather and fin.
The word had gone out where the fish were,
and they didn't take long to begin.
And when the whole frenzy was over,
and they'd eaten all they could wish,
I thought I heard "thanks" from the feasters,
but I didn't hear much from the fish.
I like the cadence here and the tongue in cheek.
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