Fishing Follies
It's Saturday morning and still dark as night
My pursuit continues in the pale moonlight
I’ve baited my hook and I’ve cast just right
I eagerly await in the glow of dawn's light
I've been noticed by a few but not seen by all
A few ducks arrive, giving their migratory call
A sneaky little muskrat comes swimming right in
He's stealthy and quiet, then erupts a loud din.
Silence was broken when geese honk in shout
I hear a feisty crane, chasing seagulls all about
The sun has risen to announce the start of day
Still no bites on my hook, not even a nibble to play
I'll bait it once more. He wiggles as I throw him in
Will they bite on a worm or do I need a lure that spins
Whatever the outcome, there's a conclusion I reached
I’ll rig up one last time, using a squirmy black leach
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