Herring

‘Twas a fine day in Holland
The sun shone so bright
on my face
until shadow
Took over the light

Looking around me
I saw a tall girl
with an object
in her hand that gleamed
Like a pearl

A grey-silver herring
Did hang from her claw
held high
and then
she opened her jaw

And the fish disappeared
In a gulp and a blink
“I’m into whole foods”
She said with a wink!