At the Old Fishing Lake

at the old fishing lake In a kingdom full of whitefish And the mussels are never filleting. ~ at the old fishing lake I remember I was oystering That moment my soul grew scalloping ~ And the estuaries never reefing Mudfish - mudfish – mudfish! The lagoon laughed As I threw in my line Surprise carp and catfish whaling and barks Dogs chasing squirrels onto rotten logs ~ look at the water into the pond bubble-bubble circles swarms ~ my line gyrating slightly moving and bobbing guess the fishes are biting at the old fishing lake 6/25/20 WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©