Fishing for the thrill
So many fish, so many temptation
Every details count for the connoisseur
The place in the river, the bait for the seduction
Standing still, watchfully, thrills the amateur.
While he ties the fly, his excitation grows
The hunt is on. The master deploys his skills
With elegance the hook dives. Carefree, one pray slows
Talented, he lures with whispers that gives him the chills
Gently, he tames with moves steady and enchanting
Anticipating when the deadly kiss will seal the deal
Trapped by the line, the lies, the foul stop fighting
Soon there will be no air to breath, nothing to feel
Swelling with pride from their exploit, some will brag and embellish
Others will relish their prize in a recipe warming the heart
Sportsman who lives for the power, the mastering of the art
Will release the mystified soul and start again.
Sadly at the end, lonely, he will enjoy a dish of frozen fish.
Art: Sharon Nowlan