my Poem

Fishing!

There laid the slithery slimly creature
I was so afraid of killing it too
There was so much blood everywhere its gross
It was so hard to look at the creature

With having the blood coming out its mouth
Once I take out the hook I know its dead
Looking at it flop everywhere for life
Seconds later the fish is covered red

There is the creature gasping for its life
The creature looks me sadly in the eye
I know I should throw it back where it lives
But on the other hand I should go eat.