By the stream in the big forest where sounds of city cannot be heard
A small fish swims up the stream looking for food.
The worm that lay ahead wriggled and turned.
That small fish saw that worm with its wrinkled body.
The water flew past the fish.
Closer and closer the worm came,
More and more details were observable on this worm,
Its body, pierced by a shiny object,
Was motionless, for moments at a time.