A cloud-blocked search for planets,
Thin new moon above,
And on ground a little girl with a fish on a line,
Two more fish inside,
A sea trout fish fry later.
Walking, stopping, looking,
Clouds streaming, planets masked.
The girl hands the fish to her father.
He’ll filet, then fry.
Students and friends in jail are sealed:
Planets, moons, little girls with fish –
Blanks in regulation books.