Trout at Home.

That Morning.
We came where the trout were so many,
So steady, so spaced, so far-aimed
On their inner map,England could add

Solemn to stand there in the pollen light
Waist deep in wild trout swaying massed
As from the hand of God. There the body.

So we stood, alive in the river of light
Among the creatures of light , creatures of light.

Written by the late Ted Hughes.

This trout was in the small stream which runs alongside the old gasworks in Salisbury. Guarding its feeding position,waiting for what the water would bring with the flow.