i have only a mouth to feed,
i need no nets.
the deep blue sea is full of schools
but i seek only one fish.
the rare "golden one".
i knew of one,
my boat was stirred towards it.
Another has snatched it.
"celui qui ne risque rien,n'a rien"
the french man said.
i have devoured all sorts
from pirranas to salmons
i have understood
not all are to be eaten and all differ in taste.
my quest to the unknown continues.
with wisdom ,i will taste that golden fish.