I'll find new fish to fish today—
I'm sitting by the bay—
The clouds are gray and far away—
My task is underway—

I wait for carp to come on out—
Or even speckled trout—
I quickly see there are no fish,
But soon I spot a different dish.

The jellyfish I wanted
Made me slightly daunted.
I thought they had those stingers,
Not four legs tied together.
It freely swims the salty sea
With not a life nor wish to flee.

The next I caught was also not
Exactly what I thought.

I didn't know that sea snakes
Could make themselves so straight.
Lines of green run in-between,
I wonder what they mean.
I think they last ate long ago,
Their figures are so hollow.

My air is seized and I am scared.
I'm now aware and unprepared.

I notice then a pair of turtles
That'd gone through many hurdles.
They must've eaten something bad
And threw up all they had.
Their empty shells and rounded gaps
Are sealed with tiny caps.

I found no fish to fish today.
I don't think I will stay,
For what I found weren't fish nor prey
But plastic disarray.