Companions

Tiny boardwalk along the Halifax River Waiting to see what “catch” nature will deliver Royal Palms’ fronds rustle in fall’s gentle breeze No noisy distractions from teens on their jet skis Cute baby seagull swims above my fishing line Unlike a pet, this bird doesn’t bark, bite or whine He knows me well and I can tell he wants to eat So I toss bait and he bobs his head for the treat Yet he lingers, craving a flounder or redfish You see, my companion and I have the same wish Quick tug at my line; what prize might lie below? A hefty blue crab emerges as my cargo With claws and feathers interacting, I’m amused But break up the fight so no animal’s abused Such friends make life better for one who lives alone In a pandemic when isolation’s seeds are thrown Fishermen appreciate little rays of hope That grant a smile and make it easier to cope August 15, 2020 For Silent One’s “Sanctuary” poetry contest