Fishing in the Forest

The pines roar like the sea up above me

I am a fish

Swimming through the falling pine needles

The trees breathe air into my gills

Their fresh scent moistens my scales

I see a hook attached to a line

There is something alluring about it

The way it glistens in the sunlight

I take a chance

Swallowing it

The line suddenly whips upwards

The hook deep into my cheek

I am being reeled in

It seems the line is attached to a rod

Hanging from outside a Helicopter

A mighty bear holding it

Grunting approvingly

I find others just like me

Stacked up in cool boxes

Although they are not moving