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