Out on a dark night
With the stars to guide
The fisherman rowed
His boat furiously
Hoping for a good catch
Then casting his net
Into the ocean he waited
Experience told him
That such warm nights
Bring forth the best fish
But that was not to be
After several hours
Of great anticipation
He hauled up his net
Only to find carcasses
Of dead fish and waste
The victims of an oil spill
With a desperate look
Towards the skies he
Thought aloud sadly
"It's time to change jobs"
