Pike

I Pike, three feet long, palely gleamed Cradled in a nebula of weeds, Stunned,

{ Reckoned, For what I know, reflecting the dusk world— Time dog headed tricks. On the mantelpiece See the star on pike skin crystalline, Crucible of a will go crystal, a jaw—

II Casting dark eyes, rapture gorging— They have a reply— Further down dozing down,

{ In flesh bound figments, Finish too late; fish can wake cosily Deep in summer.

• Ted Hughes