I waded, deepening, and the fish

Listened for me. They watched my each move

Through their magical skins. In the stillness

Their eyes waited, furious with gold brightness,

Their gills moved. And in their thick sides

The power waited. And in their torpedo

 Concentration, their mouth-aimed intent,

Their savagery waited, and their explosion.

They waited for me. The whole river

Liestened to me, and, blind,

Invisibly watched me. And held me deeper

With its blind, invisible hands.

“We’ve got him,” it whispered, “We’ve got him”

After Moonless Midnight by Ted Hughes