Bobber
The bobber winced
Then dipped,
Then winced again!
Did I see that right?
Cause I sure been wishin!
Now another dip,
Now a traveling ball,
Now it disappears
And my tip begins to fall!
Is that a tug?
What? Now it's a real pull!
The line is taut and running
And my imagination is full!
I see this monster fellow
As he grapples with the bait
His massive form twists and turns
Struggling to escape.
He has to be at least 4 pounds
Maybe even more.
My tackle sings as I reel him in,
Guiding him towards the shore.
At last, I see that colored flash
Then snap! Like that he's gone!
And now that trout becomes a tale
For me to expand upon.
Copyright © Jack Eldridge | Year Posted 2018
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