FISHING By ... Steve Lucky

              FISHING
         By ... Steve Lucky

He was up before the sun came out,
Knowing this was the best time for fishing.
While near his family he did not shout
Because regular sleep they were wishing.
Taking only essentials to not be late,
Insect repellent, a flashlight, a net,
His favorite tackle box overflowing with bait,
And a fishing pole, most important thing yet.
The pond behind the stables was his destination
As he headed down the grass worn path.
Chirping crickets reacted to his breathing location
Though he did not stay for the aftermath.
The bait for the first cast was already strung.
The day had started, but the night was still young.

Copyright 2001, Steve Lucky