LETS GO FISHING
LET’S GO FISHING
We set out early when the air was cool to go fishing.
Deep within the forest at a river tributary lies
a remote stretch of water. A few hours later
our catch is impressive. I turn my back to eat my lunch
and I hear a scream. An alligator has snatched
my friend with its terrible death grip—
there’s nothing I can do but stare in horror
at the scene before me. Will I be next?
I wish I had my hunting rifle…
Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex | Year Posted 2015
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