Summer-Time Battle
The water swirled
and then was still
a calm appeared;
but below was frantic .
Lurking in the deep,
cold , dark underneath
was a large and ferocious
striped beast.
Again the water churned
and the small darted away
seeking a shelter; an escape
from the striped’s feast.
A line was thrown
under a bow drooping low
a popping of the line
as it came slowly toward
the one so anxious for a feast.
With the sudden rush
a violent storm appeared
without so much of a warning
the line grew taunt
amid an explosion of sound and fury.
Mighty was the noise
and fearsome yet the fight
as a warrior and his adversary
fought to see if the other would give flight.
Then as quick as it began
it was over in a flash
the water was stilled
the noise drifted away
and calm returned in the midst of a summer day.
Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2012
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