The brown and green young bob dives from his log, into the water he prides himself On his incisions in the cold lake water rings. He bobs there, diving his shell underneath, Through leaves and small schools of minnows and he enjoys himself swimming and paddling. He finds more entertainment with a bob weave and some string, Of this pink maggot thin and dangling and he eats Metal and his body drags under currents. In him he tastes salty blood, And his hook tearing his shell and his lip tearing...