The Fisherman

The sun's rays come calling Foreclosing on winter's frost The sounds of life awaken With the return of a season lost Water lapping upon the shore Shrouded by a misty fog Nightcrawlers peeking out From beneath a dew drenched log Cloaked by dense green tules In a boat solely manned I am the stealthy fisherman My rod and reel in hand I can feel you gently biting Nibbling my tasty treat You strike with such accuracy Then wisely you retreat Hunger over powers caution Snap! secured upon my hook Let the scrimmage begin Penance for the bait you took Twisting, flopping. fighting As I draw you to the shore Your tenacity exudes maturity You’ve played this game before A desperate attempt at freedom From your watery den you bound Good lord I’ve caught Old Bassy Your reputation is renowned Fret not my aquatic friend Your legacy is safe with me A quick snip of my line I most graciously set you free Surely I will tell this story But much to my dismay They’ll call it a fishermans tale About the one that got away