Here is today’s poem for Paul Brookes’ December challenge

Eels

Elegance of streamlining,
elongated, electric sometimes,
eels slip from Sargasso
to Severn and Seine,
sleek and serpentine,
silver-green,
keeping to dim shallow-shadows,
ever moving on and back,
birth to death
and the long voyage in-between.

Transparent infant cleaners
of marine snowdrifts,
then silver-sleek and tubular,
they hunt the teeming mud
and sand for bottom-dwellers,
upriver and down,
drawn ineluctably back
to Sargasso weed
and the calm of tideless,
tidy waters.