Catfish Are Jumpin'
'Yond the fields
of golden whey
A mountains- grown
in grayish clay
Near it's 'neath
a river flows
On bedded rocks
green algae grows
Catfish' treats-
a tasty bite
They eat, they jump
into the night
When morning's sun
begins to rise
They jump again
to catch 'em flies
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2020
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