Haiku - Aquatic Life

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Fishy is holding the contest this week.

She was a bit late getting up... like... I'm going to judge her on THAT.  It looks likely to be quite a contest.  I may have to skip this one, with so much going on, so little time, and running on fumes too.  Still, I will be watching.  It looks like she is taking the thing back to it's roots, and providing a history lesson on it.  All good by me.  I am not just a neophyte, I'm a dull one, regardless of appearances.  I hope you all put something in, so I can learn.  And the Lord knows, I have truly come to enjoy this craft, even if forced to be a spectator for a bit.  Oh, fine... I'll try to get something put together and in.  It's just that my mind doesn't have much to work with, the body is stealing most of my mojo.

Good luck fishy and all!  Travel safe, enjoy, and have fun.

Urhm, okay, maybe one.  They just slip out of their own accord.  I may or may not do another.  I may or may not do more to it, with it.  Tired... still have to get the water heater going.  And... the rest.  *blink*  Tired, sore, tired, rough, tired.  *blink blink*  At least it is proving to be a nice spring... until it disappears?
 

Spring fever of want.

It is here, it is there, now.

Go leap the wall- Gone.

Hmm, way off topic somehow...  Never mind, I'll scratch that and see if something else arrives.  Brain just isn't tracking.  Oh, how about this.  I won't bother putting it in, it's not what she seeks.  Still, it's technically on track and fits my bill.  I am otherwise too dissociated with other watery creatures myself, save of the edible sort, and even those are quite distant and rare to me.  This one though...

Reckoning

 

Season of design.

Jormungand knows his task, does.

An end- Beginnings.

Well...  I was looking over at fishy's contest.  And if it was a minor plea, it worked.  I was just going to add my odd one above, but then in explaining why I couldn't get on track this week I realized there was an aquatic beasty I could figure.  And, in a flash, it came.  Not great, probably late, but there it is.  Hot off the presses.  Now, would someone catch me and eat me, I'm not sure I'm going to make it to the 'splodey spot!  Urhm, you best have a big frying pan though. 

Damn the Torpedoes

Slip the stream, fly water.
Over rock, up the mountain, swim-
Live hard to die well.