Big Mouth Bass

Big-Mouth Bass An April morning, as the climbing sun tipped up in sight, and lit the coming day and colored red, after a storm was done, I cast my plug, a stinger--red and gray-- to where it looked the likely place to me, where hides the hog--from minnows swimming by; then feeds upon those minnows, carelessly, as pops the sun into the morning sky. Upon the water, mirrored flat and still, I raise the wake, so slight--then let it lay; and cranking in, so slowly then until I hear the chomp--that warns he's set to play! And all the minnows cheer me in my quest of battle with my most unwilling guest! © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet