.5. Beware King Fishing Poem by David Threadgold
.5. Beware King Fishing
Sat in all his majesty
The fisher on his throne
A bough above a rivers edge
With rushes overgrown
Regaled in all his splendour
Bright blue and red with sheen
An eye trained on the ripples
Where a supper dish he’s seen
He watches for a moment
Then dive’s in with a flash
The fish saw nothing coming
And never felt the splash
All over in a second
The king holds firm his prize
Back to his throne to banquet
Out of reach so very wise
When his catch was swallowed
Again he sat so still
Until the day grew darker
And the king had ate his fill
© 2008 David Threadgold
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4/25/2024 3:57:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well told story of no doubt your own observation David. I was almost there at the scene. What a bird! ! ! Greetings from Fay in Cornwall.