We sat upon the bench,

Upon the rise of hill;

So quiet was the hush

Of morning, very still.

 

A sip of coffee, hot,

Helping rid the chill

Of foggy morning air;

A peaceful time, until…

 

A boat that moved too fast

Hit hard the wooden dock,

Upsetting several fishermen

With tackle gear, unlocked.

 

Their screams were heard so loud

As they began to see

The fish they’d laid upon the shelf–

A floating feast, to be!