It's a risk, to fish

I like to think
I am above the fray,
and so I perch here,
solitary,
hunkered down,
on a roof, aloof.
But the fact remains
that if I'm hoping to be fed
I'm going to have to do it myself.
I'll need to take that risk:
stick my neck out,
spread my wings,
take that giant leap and soar,
get my feet wet,
and step right into it...
Because I sure can't spot
a minnow from a salmon
sitting way up here.
But what I really want to know is this:
will I have to swallow my pride
along with the fish?


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