This is my second entry in week 1 of The Poet's Pub 2nd Annual Biggest Competition Ever 2017

Oh what fun i thought it would be
As I watched a flying fish
So difficult to get hooked
And end up on someone's dish

But there are many perils
But this fish doesn't seem to care
Escaping his many predators
By leaping high into the air

Although he didn't think it through
His senses must have been blurred
So the last thing he saw
Was the beak of the bird