Fisherman Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fisherman

Is normal,
Of me and animals.

Sit and watch if you doubt,
A tiger when hunted,
Put in box
And allowed to get out
Then-after.

It suspects the mankind,
Looks around, quite long
And whispers with smell:
"Will I be a target?
Or face my freedom? "

I am same
Though I came on my own,
Look to see, where is home!

With me my camera,
I walk and go around.

Set shutter, White Balance,
Take photos,
Focusing manual or auto.

Took few in sunset,
Of a man, a fisher.

I like it, looks great.

Told me the fisherman:
"I go for sturgeon,
And free when catch them,
Since it is illegal…! "

Somehow, I am in doubt!

If so, is crazy
To torture the poor fish,
To prove…what, indeed?