i wrote a poem for it

The waves laid still, the air was breezy

To catch in such a state was easy

But little had come from standing by

You'd call much more than guppy or fry

The hours passed

Til another arrived

A troll with a dangerous look in her eyes!

This one, you see

With vigor and glee

Lay claim to some form of mastery

She took her claws

And after a pause

The cat made her move and acquired a cod!