It’s late at night.
The wind is blowing.
Fishing poles are shaking by the waves.
Then, suddenly the line gets pulled
farther in the water by something.
It’s silent; all I hear is the zipping of the line.
I grab the pole, wait a second to set the hook.
The fish is strong,
and it will fight for a long time without getting tired.
Jerk after jerk,
reel after reel,
it's all useless against that fish.
And that same sound of a zipping line.
Then I keep getting it closer and closer to the beach.
It thrashes for freedom
but doesn't succeed.
finally I caught it. The shark is mine.
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