Tight Lines

Tight Lines

Waiting for silvery flickers to rise,

We stood upon the stern,

And yearned a sub aquatic prize,

Whilst summer skies began to burn.

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With heads and tails and skin and scales

Within the waters, calm.

Hooks and feathers - spiky jails,

And shiny spools within our palms.

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A waiting game. No more - No less.

Tired arms began to dangle.

Frustration sums it up i guess,

When lines entwine and tangle.

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A hundred minutes passed me by,

Without a single twitch.

Then the old man struck, and reeled him up...

Unlucky Mr.Fish!