By The Riverside Poem by Tony Adah

By The Riverside



I am by the riverside
The heron too is here to fish
They are perfect
Without the baits
And I feel like throwing away my bag.

Once again my line, hook and sinker
Are drawn deep into the water
And when I pulled the eater out
I found a crab
Creaking with the hook
And the heron flew away
With fish in its crop!

Friday, November 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hunting
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