Catfishing |
| by Faye Jones |
On the banks of the Mighty Muddy
Just me and my fishing buddy.
The current carries the night crawler
To just the right spot in the murky water.
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
Just sitting, watching.
There is a bobble!
Don't jerk the hook!
Got to play it by the book!
The sun dips lower.
The shade grows larger.
It's cooler now; perfect place.
Yes, he wants a taste.
Got him caught!
Pulling against the rolling current-
Finally on the bank.
Supper! Nothing better-
Unless you count the watch
And of course the wait.
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