The poacher and his daughter
throw soft shadows on the water in the night.
A thin moon slips behind them
as they pull the net with no betraying light.
And later on the coast road, I meet them
and the old man winks a smile.
And who am I to fast deny the right
to take a fish once in a while?

- Jethro Tull

Ian Anderson should know, having run a number of fish farms of his own...
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Tony Fabris