Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Another Catfish Win

The wild catfish were biting and flailing and fighting
Yes, in this marvelous river in every way so exciting!
They were savvy and thrilled to escape from the hooks.
More time to pose for National Geographic’s picture books.

We tried to wait them out, thinking we could get them in the dark.
There was a loud splash, and someone yelled “hark!”
Old fisherman Joe said, “It is the king of the catfish for sure!”
We might catch him with bait that smells a bit like manure.

We rolled the smelly bait into a tight little ball.
Baited the hook and threw it out in the squall.
It went down hard and made us all high-five and grin.
But of course, as usual, we humans lost. It was a catfish win.

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Bill Baker May 28, 2022 at 11:16 PM Thought you had him with the "stink" bait. It usually works. Nice rhyming in this one, Caren. Catfish fishing, running the lines or in the mud holes along the sides of the river, been there done that. :-) A poet friend in Texas, Bill Caren Krutsinger May 29, 2022 at 3:14 AM I love eating a good tasty solid salted catfish!

L Milton Hankins May 28, 2022 at 1:16 PM When I go fishing, it's always the fish who win. But, I used to catch my fair share of bass in our pond. Then Deb would fry them up (after I cleaned them, of course). Scrumptious! Caren Krutsinger May 29, 2022 at 3:15 AM There is nothing as marvelous as a fresh fish from a pond.