A Trouts last stand

Twist of memory,
range of thought,
like a trout, in his net,
well, and truly caught.

Let’s not tarry over,
fretfully attempting to leap.
to find that slap of water,
never more to be felt,
or known.

Instead, in these last precious seconds,
let us look, with a fish-eye,
this fate, full on
and flip him the finnish finger,
as he prepares to dine.
May he choke upon our bones.


5 thoughts on “A Trouts last stand

  1. I missed you. I am writing again. I have not written in the last 6 months. I was way to happy in England to even go onto my blog. lol

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