Mayfly
MAYFLY
Just a day is all he is given
No surprise wings so driven!
Dragonfly, trout lie in wait
In turn the Angler casts his bait.
Never even time to eat
His existence is so very fleet,
Pass his genes, all else forsaking,
Millions of years in the making.
Duty done and time to die,
The river slowly drifts on by,
He floats among a countless horde,
Sleep well my friend, your line assured.
Copyright © Rick Still | Year Posted 2020
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