Sunday, March 11, 2012

He sat on the cement bench, looking beyond his
bent knees at the fisherman's catch in its
death throes.  An unbearable sight.


  1. I've been reading this poem and looking at this picture for two days now. It really tugs at my heartstrings. Nice work, Snow...wahhhhhh.

  2. Thanks Lolly. The fisherman was casting his line off the pier. This was his second shark. It was sickening. The poor sharks were swimming free in the sea one minute...dead the next!