Fishing

 

Upon a tangled heap I sit

Silently serene,

And watch the water float my lure

Slowly down the stream.

A little fish, he swims by

No bigger than my lure.

And yet, to my surprise,

The lure he wants for lunch!

But suspicion blunts his appetite

And on he swims

Leaving me alone

In the still of the day.

 

A twitch! A splash!

And suddenly the water

Is broken by a fish

Trying to break free.

Yet I hold the line

Realing him in

And soon in my hand I hold

A beautiful young trout.

I am not alone

In the still of the day.

 

Once I free him from the line

And return him to the water

Returning to my perch

silently serene.

I continue fishing.